My Name is Abigail
She wakes to the sound of a steady beeping somewhere near her left ear, then opens her eyes and realizes she is in a hospital room somewhere she has never been before. Her throat feels dry, as though it has been quite some time since she has had anything to drink. She lies there feeling disoriented and sensing that something isn’t quite right, when it finally dawns on her. “The baby!” she gasps as she runs her hands up and down her abdomen, feeling the place where it is supposed to be swollen and ready to burst. Instead, it feels only slightly puffy and almost returned to her normal shape and size, an amount of healing that suggests it has been at least three days since the baby was born. “Shh, shh, the baby is fine, Abby. The doctors and nurses are taking good care of him,” soothes a fa
- Writer
