It started like a usual morning. First day of May! Dogs were done eating and doing their business, I was dressed and ready for work, taking out the garbage when Beth yelled for me… and it wasn’t a good or nagging, “Honey, come here!” This was serious.
She was crying in the bathroom. Sobbing. She though she lost the baby. There were a couple things that lead her to believe this, including some brown spotting on Monday, but this was a little more red. We both called in to work and called the doctor.
The soonest we could see someone was 1pm. Why is it so hard to get in to see a doctor when you’re pregnant? Fearing the worst, and after a morning of tears, we proceeded to the clinic.
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