Megan
I heard the noise of the cars in the street where my building was located. I sighed and turned around, lying on my back. In my ears, I kept hearing a deafening whistle as my heart beat fast in my chest.
I put my hand on my belly, and tears came to my eyes.
How did I not notice? How was I so stupid? All the signs were there. If I’d known, if I’d been more careful, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe by now, I’d be happy with the first ultrasound in my hand, dreaming about my baby.
But here I was, crying about something I never even imagined or dreamed of.
Why was it like that? What was wrong with me that made me lose my baby? Because something was wrong with me, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened.
I sat up and looked at the dark room. I felt oppressed, I missed my brea
