all the little things

The air is an ocean to swim through; I move through it slowly and muffled sounds are all that reach my ears. This is only a dream, the chorus shouts. I rest a moment on the bed, checking baby’s heartbeat and breathing relief when I hear him tick. For now, he is mine and he is safe.

A whole week to my next prenatal check, where I will schedule my anatomy scan. A thousand worries flit through my head. I’m not sure I can survive a second tfmr. I don’t believe in God but I pray for mercy all the same.



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