(Sorry, that's really the best title I could come up with for this entry.)
Things haunt me. Come back to my brain when I least expect them, namely the memories of the ultrasound. I remember thinking, this can't be happening...
...missing leg...
...heart protruding...
...organs outside of the body...
...no diaphragm...
...rupture...
I remember my brain screaming, NO, NO, NO!
I remember saying, barely out loud to the ultrasound tech, "Rup...ture?"
I remember Sabra saying "Hush" as I said that...
I remember thinking that shit had gone rodeo for sure and certain, when Sabra asked if they could tell if the baby was a boy or a girl. We've always been diehard Team Green fans.
And all of this is going to haunt me until the day I shuffle off this mortal coil.
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