That night, the bleeding got worse and I was cramping. I tried to pretend that it wasn't that bad and that it was fine. I think it was a lot worse than I was admitting at the time. I couldn't even bring the dinner my husband made me to my mouth so that I could eat, I was so miserable.
The next day it was better, the bleeding slowed down some and I wasn't cramping. I thought everything would be fine.
The next day is when I actually passed the baby. I will write about that later when I have had time to think about how to say it...
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