My story begins on Wednesday, February 25, 1998 when I woke up to get ready |
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My story begins on Wednesday, February 25, 1998 when I woke up to get ready for work. At the age of 23 (and healthy I might add) this was my first pregnancy. All had been going well - very uneventful. I was just so happy (I had always wanted to be a mother) and nothing bothered me; if I was having some discomfort I kept on smiling. I never complained. I had been quite swollen for a few weeks prior but on this day everything had fallen apart. I was not due for another 3 |
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