So, I finally pulled myself together and called the physical therapist for my first postnatal appointment, which is meant to reinforce my abdominal muscles and whatnot. I should have called over a month ago, but didn’t have the courage until now. Of course, the first thing that popped into our conversation was Sam’s passing and everything that happened. She said I’m the third patient she sees this year who’s lost their full term baby right before birth. It’s unprecedented in the 38 years she’s been practicing. It’s no consolation to me, but it’s starting to raise some questions.
On my way back home, I heard a woman on the radio requesting a song she wanted to dedicate to her stillborn baby.
What is going on?