My Baby Is in Pain

Her soft skin became soft with whipped cream and her face became sparse. It is almost like her hair. She said nothing, but looked down on the belly of her little child. I gently tacked it. "What is Kathy?" I asked. She put the focus back on the window and breathed a long and frustrating sigh. After a long silence she finally spoke. "What do you want to say, Edgar?" I looked up at the shock, as these were the words she said for a long time. "Dear" I answered.

I remember leaving the ICU on the 14th day ICU visited the baby. Even if I see the painful overwhelming feeling of my baby, the pain of the heart still can not take her to the house. I need to rush to know what I am fighting for my life and get back to work. When the door of the ICU closes behind us, I want to fall on the mountain. Fall on the ground, crawl on the corner, cry and sleep. But I know that I need to stick with it. I just need to go see my car. Then I just need to drive. Like a marathon runner, step by step, you enter a small milestone for a long time.

After sending the baby I was infected. I am weak occasionally and I can hardly look up. I am very sore. One afternoon, a very thoughtful nurse sat beside my bed, I felt pain and confirmed that I needed an analgesic. I am relieved. Someone who cares about my pain. After recovering, I began volunteering at an ED hospital, I attended a nursing school and started my 20-year career. I often think about the pain at that time and how the nurse can show me my pain when I need it most. I am trying to spend time with patients experiencing pain or experiencing difficult times. I remember that kindness lasted for a long time.

I hugged my baby. Boy, I pushed myself out of my vagina without pain reliever. So now, I am in a new journey, including my mother and my 18 month vacation (thanks to PM Justin Trudeau) from one of my main distractions in 2018; tell me, I need to write Yes. I will be the mother of my child, I am ready to write. No more excuses, there is nothing distracting any more. If I could push my baby out of my 4'11 rack without pain reliever, I think I can write. So these signs are no longer ignored and there are many. As a matter of course it takes no more time to take it. You do not have to put everything in the first place in the first place. I am writing a letter.

What he does first do is to slap it back after he pulled the baby from the womb: pain and painful memories ... and the rest of the baby's life, right all else Memory. In the first few minutes of postpartum life, barrels were excavated. To make matters worse, the baby does not know what happened. He cherishes his memory and learns to regard it as his true self. He is crazy and never thought of turning off the power. But once you notice that it is necessary, that's easy. You just learn to forget. You will never learn to behind you, never see your way. You are cold to yesterday's people, and nothing is done every morning. The philosopher calls it Tabula Rasa. I call it free. And safe