Regular prenatal check-up, meant to be a day of joy, becomes the nightmare of no heartbeat, and being swept upstairs to labor & delivery to be induced. She is there now.
The candle is lit, the words whispered into her ear and to the Gods, the message sent to family, and I sit here helpless typing words on a page in a bloody blog because 500 miles is a long way to send comfort....and I feel I should do something. So I mark this time with words and tears as I hold my sweet niece in light and love and Blessings and await news that the first part of her ordeal is over and she is safely home.
Then. Then I will breathe again.
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