*Shelby*
My world was spinning out of control as we rushed to the hospital. Every breath felt shallow, and fear threatened to suffocate me. My head was pounding, and my stomach was rolling.
The realization that something was wrong with our babies was a dagger through my heart, piercing my hopes and dreams with its cruel edge.
As we arrived at the hospital, I could feel my hands trembling, and my throat tightening. I felt like the ground had disappeared beneath me. The brief respite France had offered was ripped away in an instant.
I couldn't help but wonder if it was my fault. Had I done something wrong during my pregnancy? Was it the stress? My chest tightened as I racked my brain for any mistakes I might have made or any missteps that could have led to this.
