The next morning I went into the specialist’s office with demolished hope. Soon after they examined me, I was placed in a wheelchair, taken upstairs to a hospital room and admitted (under direst). My entire self reeked with fear. I have to mention my fear of doctors and hospitals increased my blood pleasure over its limit. Preeclampsia (extreme high blood pressure) settled into my body vigorously. Before I knew it, the doctors had both my arms strapped down with IV Solutions along with both legs in some sort of motioning device that supposedly stimulated the blood circulation in my legs. There I was, surrounded by doctors, & nurses, and No God insight… My mind was so overwhelmed that I could not hear HIM…I could not feel Him…. This journey I could not understand. I could only hear the doctor say there is only about a 2 percent chance we could save your baby so we have to focus on saving your life. Why didn’t I have a choice…? Why was my life so much more important than my child’s #healing hearts
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Free thinking writer, advocate for women, and person of passion, Seeking to heal hearts.