Waking from the deepest sleep of my life, I was relieved to find myself in bed and drowsy. I’d had a harrowing nightmare, but now I felt safe, warm. I reached my hand up to my belly.
Then I heard the clatter of instruments against a tray, the low, pained moan of a stranger, and the whiz of curtains being drawn.
My confusion broke and I felt a hot wave of heartbreak rush over my body, the nightmare was my reality. I was in recovery and my baby was gone.
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