Forty Six

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MARJORIE I have this huge fear of mosquitoes. And snakes. And sickness. And bankruptcy. And poverty. And loneliness. And dying alone on my deathbed (guess I got that from my mother). But nothing beats the fear of child loss. This has to be the worst part about being a mother. The possibility that you could lose your child at any moment. Any second. One wrong move and they are gone forever. The paranoia that comes with that brutal thought. The loud hard pounding of your heart just imagining the horror. I'm stuck on this stupid hospital bench, next to my husband as we wait for the doctor. We immediately stand when the doctor approaches us, followed by two nurses. There's a deep frown on his face as he looks at us through his round glasses. He digs his hands in the pockets of his white c

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