I remember it being a Saturday, April 18, 2005, I remember getting up to prepare
|I remember it being a Saturday, April 18, 2005, I remember getting up to prepare to go to work, feeling sick to my stomach I went to the bathroom all I could do was lift the commode an proceed to vomit. I had not so much as felt the need to do this throughout my entire pregnancy, this being my first pregnancy. So my husband and I just though maybe I was just getting a late start. I kept feeling sick during the entire time that I dress, so I ask my husband to take me to work that morning. This being a Saturday, I was the only one working in our department at the hospital. During the course of the day, I continue to feel sickly, but being that it would be my last weekend coming up to my delivery, I decided to just try and press my way, speaking to my husband and niece just briefly on the phone and telling them how I just did not feel well, I remember asking my niece to go by my house and pick up a gift for my sister|
After surviving a very traumatic first pregnancy with a nightmare delivery (30 hours of magnesium-induced hell, ending in an emergency c-section) and even more debilitating recovery, one would think I was DONE having children. Let's be ...