Trigger Warning: This post talks about pregnancy loss.
I woke up at 6:30am. The previous night didn’t allow for much sleep, and so I decided to take the pills that the doctor prescribed.
Two hours later, nothing happened. By this point, my partner was up.
“Can I go work on the car?”
“Sure”
My husband needed a distraction. And to be honest, I didn’t feel like I needed him for anything.
By 10:30am, I started to feel an intensity of pain that I had never experienced before. Between bouts of vomiting and intense cramps, I was caught in a mental haze. No one informed me that this would happen.
I called my husband to come back upstairs. Did I need him for moral support? Did I need him just in case something went wrong? He sat on the floor, outside the bathroom door with our dog, as I yelled in agonizing pain.
Then, in the middle of contractions, it dawned on me. I am going to meet my baby. And 4 hours later, we did.
I love you more than life itself
Holding you in my palms
You’ve consumed my mind
For many days and nights
But for now, we must
Say goodbye
Until we meet again
I walked into our bedroom and passed out.
Dear Rosita 