4 weeks have passed and our baby is nearly on her 7th month. Honestly, I never went back to the doctor and barely do the normal thing I do when Ambrose was still with us.
I am guilty for it. I am not taking care enough.
I was busy cleaning our apartment and I am sweaty all over my body when my tummy started to hurt.
"Ah!" I was holding my tummy thinking that it's falling.
My mom is not here. She just went to the grocery to buy some essentials. What am I gonna do! My my tummy is hurting as hell.
The pain is not going away. I cant stand. I just sat on the floor and felt the pain in my tummy. I couldn't tolerate the pain anymore. Until I saw a blood coming out from my private part. I got scared and a tear escaped from my eye. No. Please, no.
There is too much blood coming out. Im crying and reached out on my phone as much as I could. There was blood all over my phone and couldn't dial correctly.
"Mom... Mom.... Hurry... P-please... M-mom... Ahhh! M-om."
I woke up in a white painted room. This is not our room. Startled when I felt the bump is gone.
"Mom... My baby!"
She sighed and looked at me... with sad eyes.
I got nervous again. The same feeling I had when the doctor said he is dead.
"She cant hold on anymore, honey. Im sorry" then she started crying so hard.
Oh no, please, not again.