Well, there is nothing in me now that would ever prove that I had been pregnant. Yesterday was terrible. I'm really glad that Corry was there to support me, and he did a wonderful job. He is so good to me. I'm sorry I wasn't there for him that much.
I read about what it was going to be like. I talked to the doctor, my mom and my mother in law. None of it prepared me. First of all, my water actually broke. I was not expecting that. Second of all, my baby did NOT look like a piece of liver. It was not concealed in any way. It looked like my baby boy. He was tiny, but at least I got to hold him, even though I was afraid to. Third I bled so much that there was blood all over the floor of the kitchen and all over the bathroom. Sorry to be graphic.
Corry didn't have to deal with all that. He didn't have to hold me and talk to me while I cried through my cramps. Yesterday was just as emotionally hard for him as it was for me, so if he had left I would have understood. But he didn't leave. He took care of the baby, I didn't want him flushed down the toilet so he went to the river buried him there. He cooked for me and hugged me the whole day. I am really thankful to have such a good man.
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