I’ll be prepped for surgery at 6 am.
I’ve been praying all week that God will take my life on the operating table.
I really hope He is real, or He can hear me.
I pray I will bleed to death,
Or maybe my heart will stop, and they won’t be able to find the defibrillator.
Or hopefully someone will accidentally drop a mobile chainsaw on me.
Or maybe the Death Star will crash in the OR, and they will take me with them.
I would be fine with that too.
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What are you having surgery for?
Well, I’m technically 11 weeks pregnant, but my baby died at 8 weeks and 2 days. But my body isn’t letting her go. I’m not miscarrying. The baby is just chilling, not growing. Which can cause horrible infections to my blood, and other things. So they have to surgically remove her. It’s pretty much the worst thing I’ve ever done. I feel like a failed women. Much less mother.
OH wow, I’m so sorry. It doesn’t make you less of a mother though… baby died because it wasn’t growing the way it should. It’s not your fault.
Thank you.
Hi again, are you still out there? I hope it went ok for you and you’re feelling better 🙂