“You have protein in your urine and your blood pressure is up very high. We need to go ahead and take the baby.”
I thought it would be a simple routine check up. I was going to go get some groceries afterwards with the food stamp allowance that just came yesterday. We ate canned beans last night, the kids and I. It was all I had left in the apartment.
My doctor sat next to me on the hospital bed beforehand, had me sign all of the consents for the C-section while they waited on my lab work. He said he would be there, assisting during the surgery.
He is too young. He still thinks he can save me, save the world. He asked me if he could pray for us… Pray? For me?
“Do you have a name picked out for him yet?” he asked, smiling.
I laughed. I…
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