Three Days is a Lifetime

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As our oldest daughter prepared to leave for Rome, I finished crocheting blankets. I washed the newborn clothing, a combination of white and yellow tiny clothes that were always prepared but never worn because they were quickly replaced by pink or blue. I had noticed less frequent movements and I patted my belly harder and more often.

At 38 weeks my doctor confirmed that the baby was breach, standing straight up and my ears sensed with urgency when he said something I thought was odd, “ We are running out of time.”