Third time this week I've been awaken by these bad dreams. The same cry from a child who is in a crib and when i pick it up, it turns into a pool of blood. A cold sweat tattoos my forehead as if I'd been running a marathon on the hottest day in July.The air conditioner is still making that rattling noise as usual and the ceiling fan still wooshing over my bed. Starting to feel even worse about the decision that Dayna and I made but we've discussed it over several times before. I remember it as clear as day, driving to the doctor's office with this exciting yet nervous energy. I knew in my heart that it was going to smooth sailing from that day forth on
until we got hit with the heaviest blow to our lives within seconds.
" I'm sorry," Doc said.
"Sorry..because," I said. "There is a chance that if she has the baby, she will die or the baby will die in her within weeks" My jaw dropped and I start thinking this guy has to be fucking with me. I look over at Dayna and the expression on her face seemed lifeless due to the awful news. I thought she had given up on everything because of these unfortunate circumstances.
