A Day at a Time
I like to think I'm not an overly anxious person. When things are thrown my way I handle them or cast them aside but typically don't let things ruffle my feathers too much. Now, there are exceptions. Some things will throw me into a complete spiral. This past Sunday, that's exactly what happened. It was just like any other day lately. Me, trying to take it easy. Not excelling in that department. I have a two and a half year old, fiery red head. She's my everything and it takes all that I have not to do everything she wants and needs of me. I can't turn "mommy-ing" off. That morning, she wanted to shower with me, so in the shower we went. Midway through my shower I noticed I was bleeding. I tried to hide it from her, but honestly it was too much to conceal. She ticked right along playing in her bubbles as I tried as hard as I could to hold it together. I knew that bleeding was an option. My amniotic fluid from the day before was pink and I
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