I wanted the pain and labor to end so badly—but I wasn’t ready for her to be born. I knew that meant she’d be leaving me. I remember half pushing, half trying to hold her in, not ready to let go.
I wanted the pain and labor to end so badly—but I wasn’t ready for her to be born. I knew that meant she’d be leaving me. I remember half pushing, half trying to hold her in, not ready to let go.