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Normal is the wrong word often used for average.~ Henry S. Haskins Cole I waited outside the building where her art classes were held. My t-shirt was inside out in the rush that had commenced back at the house after Bree’s water broke and I drove her and Mad to the hospital. Even though everyone was there in the hospital, giving their support to the would be parents and I had personally asked the doctor who had assured me that everything was looking right and that both mother and child would be fine, I was still a little stressed out with my mind on my best friend and because of my own past. Two days ago Bree felt an excruciating pain in her lower abdomen that Mad had to take her to the hospital. Though, the doctor had cleared her and told him if he was so concerned they could keep her