The bleeding I had yesterday took a tool and caused me to wake up late.
It’s already eight in the morning when I checked the clock on my night stand, thankfully it’s Saturday and I have nothing else to do today not until lunch. I lied on my bed for a couple of minutes to fully recover from my sleeping state and to think about the incident that have happened yesterday. I have never been so scared in my whole life when I saw blood on my clothes, I blacked out the whole time and so when I finally got back to my consciousness the first thing I asked was how was my baby.
God! I thought I’m going to lose my baby…
As the traumatic incident keep on flashing back on my head it feels like a complete horror thinking that I’m losing the baby. Guess I have already made up my mind after what happened
