Date: 6-20-2000
Donna's p.o.v
No heartbeat. Those two words crushed my heart. I had carried this little life inside me for just a few weeks. David and I were looking forward to becoming parents.
Who knew bringing forth a dead fetus could be such heartache? In labor, I now experience the worst pain of my life. Distraught, I toss and turn underneath the
bedsheets. These painful cramps of mine never seem to end. David has never once left my side. "I am not going anywhere" David assures me squeezing my hand. "Our
dead fetus..it hurts so much" I sob rubbing my stomach. Feeling the need to urinate, I wobble toward the bathroom accompanied by my husband. Halfway into the
bathroom, I fall to my knees. I feel a sharp pain and then a gush of water. "The pregnancy is now over" the doctor announces wrapping the dead fetus in a towel. "We
lost our baby" heartbroken, I cry in David's arms. "I love you" emotional, he whispers stroking my hair. We bid farewell as I am escorted to the operation room where
surgery cleans out my womb.