The world carries on without you

I am sent home from the hospital, and told to return after the weekend, when the ultra-sound would be open again. I arrive home, emotionally shattered and panicked at the fear of how I will get through the next 48 hours.  I am terrified at the thoughts of bleeding profusely or being in terrible pain. I lay in my bed, while outside the sun shines out of a clear blue sky on the hottest day of the year. The heavens should be weeping along with me. I can hear the twin baby girls next door crying through the open window of my bedroom; their little two-year old brother, outside in the garden playing; the starlings chirping…..and my little miracle is leaving me, bit by little bit.


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