And another baby could die.
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He had slid out of her without incident
Deanna RoyBut the cry of a baby the minute she yanked open the front door tightened her chest so hard she could scarcely catch her breath. Her baby was dead. Theirs weren’t.
Deanna RoyWhat horror to face, to choose the moment of your child’s death, to see the machines whir to a stop, the monitors to beep, the line of the heartbeat to go flat. No one really recovers from that. It must be easier to harden your heart, close the recesses of pain, and live life more simply and with calm deliberation.
Deanna RoyJanet collapsed her head into her hands with relief. She’d never reached out for help before, certainly not with someone she knew so little. But this was her new life.
Deanna RoyStella nodded. She was so glad Janet had found a new doctor after all that suffering. One thing that had astounded her was how the women—smart, educated, strong women—never wanted to bother their caregivers. They silently suffered, trying to be low-maintenance patients despite their horrifying experiences.
Deanna Roywhen your life trajectory is irreparably altered, you often find you can’t go back to the person you were.
Deanna RoyNo use trying to outdo each other,” Dot said. “What’s easy for one might break somebody else.
Deanna RoyThat we can live out our children’s lives in a way—do things on behalf of them. It gives them a chance to have an impact.
Deanna RoyYeah, the majority head out after three or four meetings. They get pregnant again, mostly, or tire of grieving and just move on. Often their partners aren’t supportive of their sadness playing out too long. They guilt them into acting like they’re better.
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