She stands at the foot of my bed and stares.
I see her there. She is pulling on her scub top and avoiding my eyes. I feel her anxiety radiate and fill the room. She is young, so young or perhaps I am old and wise after the last week. She hides behind my chart, I wonder what she is seeing. Fetal demise? HELLP syndrome? Subcapsular hematoma? Nervously she shuffles and half smiles at me before unintellibly saying she is “going to be right back.”
I am not okay.
All the rules seem smashed to smithereens now. Up is down, left is right, wrong is now my existence and I see the panic in the eyes of those around me trying to help me having no idea how. Babies aren’t supposed to die. I am the pirah, the freak, the outsider officially evicted from the living baby club and they have no idea what to do with me.
I wish someone could help me. I wish someone knew what to say to help take away this pain. I wish I weren’t so alone.
May 16th 1-4 pm
July 12th 10 -1pm
November 7th 1-4 pm
60 dollars – Bring a friend for free
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