RIZ
I woke up in a white room. My first instinct was to hold my tummy. My heart raced when I didn’t feel the familiar bump. Fear enveloped my heart… my whole being.
‘Please make my baby safe.’
‘Please make my baby safe.’
‘Please make my baby safe.’
I repeated that prayer in my mind. Carrying my baby for the last six months made me more aware of my body than anyone else. I didn’t want to think that something bad had happened to my child. I remembered slipping in the kitchen and how much pain I felt.
How I couldn’t get up.
How I screamed for help.
How I talked to Pauline and asked her to hold on tightly to me.
I saw Justin with his eyes closed while holding my hand. His eyes were puffy as if he had just finished crying.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” His voice was hoarse and not like
