Welcome back for this Weekend Writing Warriors edition of Missi Wanderin' in the Woods.
Weekend Writing Warriors is where a wonderful group of authors, from prepublished to multipublished, share eight-to-ten sentences from one of their works. We welcome critique, observations, and any other comments from blog readers! Find them here!!
We left off in the Italian Emergency Room, where we just learned Sara's (well, my) baby was still alive -- unlike what the Army doctors said. Adrenaline still surging, let's see what happened next.
Weekend Writing Warriors is where a wonderful group of authors, from prepublished to multipublished, share eight-to-ten sentences from one of their works. We welcome critique, observations, and any other comments from blog readers! Find them here!!
We left off in the Italian Emergency Room, where we just learned Sara's (well, my) baby was still alive -- unlike what the Army doctors said. Adrenaline still surging, let's see what happened next.
Before the words were out of the nurse's mouth,
the doctor had the internal probe inserted and located the source of the
problem. He spouted off a slew of musical Italian words and, though I didn’t
understand what he said, I understood the soft tones of relief that colored
them.
“The placenta is
detaching,” she relayed, her eyes still on the screen. A fast little heartbeat
pounded in perfect rhythm from the speakers. “See the blood clot there?
Your body tries to fix it, to save precious bambino.”
The doctor rattled off something else and patted my naked thigh before disappearing.
Charlie stammered from the other side of the table. “Did um -- well, our -- did we cause this?”
“No," the nurse smiled, "but no more having the sex, okay?”
Researching some pictures to go along with this excerpt, I was glad to find this article.
That horrific "birthing center" on the American military base in Vicenza has shuttered its doors. This was the establishment that gave me the advice to "let the miscarriage happen naturally" and that it was "God's will".
