
He surprised with flowers on Friday. I wasn't expecting him until later on that evening. Then I got a call that I had a visitor.. In my mind, I'm thinkin' "Must be the food guy.. bout time.." So, I get up to make the journey to the front of my office and there he stood. Pure beauty ... standing there smiling with a basket full of my favorite flowers. I knew at that momemt one day I would be his wife. I greeted him and he walked me back to my desk. We chatted for a few and we'd promised to meet later for dinner. That was the begining of a lovely weekend. It seemed like we did everything.... Movies, Pic-Nics in the park.. cuddling.. just loving each other. I swear it felt surreal. So it was only fitting when it was time for him to go last nite that tears fell, more than usual. I laid quietly in my bed surrounded by darkness and cried myself to sleep.
This morning I was awakened by a dull pain in my lower abdomen. It lingered most of the weekend yet I ignored it. I'd been checked on Thursday and was assured that everything was OK. I proceeded to go to work, but the pain was sharper ... worse even. About 25 minutes into my shift I headed to the ER. I was scared. Alone. Prepared for the worst. When I arrived they immediately attended to me. My blood was taken. I was rushed to Ultra Sound/ Cat scan. Then came the news. My placenta had ruptured and there was nothing They could do. I would need to get a D&C to remove the rest of the Contents as the PA put it. I felt so violated. WHY? There was no one I could call. I was embarrassed. Heart Broken and ALONE. I laid there and cried. I cried like I've never cried before. Clutching my belly as if someone had stolen something from inside of me. My head throbbed. 20 minutes later it was over. I laid there empty. I knew the risks from the begining. I knew my history. But this time I'd thought I'd had a chance. Instead, God played a cruel joke on my heart.

My Babies.....
My heart.
My soul...
