H A I L E Y
I felt an ache in my lower belly, the baby shifting in a way that was not a flutter, but a solid, insistent pressure. I pressed a hand to my side, a reflexive gesture of comfort, and the movement eased.
But it just didn’t feel right. The pain came again, but this time, with a brutal force that made me gasp. The last time I’d felt something like this was when I was in labor, but I couldn’t possible be in labor at just five months? I was literally still in my second trimester. I started to panic.
I got up from the bed, and started coughing. My hands flew to my stomach and the feeling of a wave of nausea washed over me. I ran into the bathroom, my legs trembling, and collapsed onto the floor in front of the toilet, my body wracked with a violent, painful retching that left me
