Evelyn
I want to be sitting in the empty chair next to Emma’s bed. Dr. Zorinski told me to stay horizontal in my bed, and I nodded, completely intending to ignore her instructions once she was out of the room.
But she knows me too well.
“Evelyn,” she said, “listen to me. You and your baby are safe, but you’re not out of the woods yet. Even the movement from the bed you’re in to, for example, your sister-in-law’s bed could undo the work I have painstakingly done to save your child’s life.”
Those words got my attention.
“Do you understand me?” Dr. Zorinski asked. This time when I nodded, I knew I wouldn’t be leaving my bed.
I want to be there for Emma, but not at the risk of my child’s life—especially when Emma has all the support she needs from the healers and her brothers already.
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