Two Years Old
Two years ago, I lay in a hospital bed and asked every nurse, every doctor, every family member the same question: "Where is the baby?" Ours was a pregnancy fraught with fear. I was put on bed rest in December. The Nugget was due in April. I had hypertension and diabetes and not the best body for having a baby. But I WANTED her with all of my heart. On March 23, 2009, I went to a regular doctor's appointment (I went to these at least once a week). I lay on the table while we monitored The Nugget's heartbeat. I was weary of lying at home on the couch alone each day. I wanted to meet my baby. My blood pressure was sky rocketing. The doctor sent me to the hospital to prep for a C-section. I was excited but also scared. I no longer trusted my instincts. When the neo-natologist came in to see me prior to surgery I had only one request: no matter how sick the baby was (she was coming 5 weeks early), please let me see her before they take her away. He promi