Hurting
And I need help
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this but your baby has no heartbeat.”
I thought I was strong. I was a hockey fighter, I didn’t cry when Bambi’s mom died, and I had a tooth pulled without novocaine. But those fourteen words announced by the radiologist, five long agonizing minutes after the ultrasound technician had mumbled ominously “Wait here, the doctor will be in to discuss your results,”…