Mother’s Day fell during the tenth week of my final pregnancy. I didn’t make plans to meet my mom in Portales as I often did. I wouldn’t dare be away from home when disaster loomed so large.
I was following Dr. J’s protocols to the letter, but despite the reassurances from people around me, my sense of dread, by then a constant companion, grew as the week progressed.
Nine Weeks, One Day. Nine Weeks, Two Days. Nine Weeks, Three Days.
