Six months already felt like another lifetime.The day my water broke, Ethan was away on business.I was baking cookies at home.I had made a little cookie version of Ethan, a little one of me, and a tiny baby between us.Halfway through, my water broke.I called Ethan again and again.His phone was busy every time.By the time I reached the hospital, the baby was almost here.Before they took me into delivery, I gripped Nora's hand."Call Ethan."I want him there when I come out."She nodded through tears.I spent three hours in labor.He didn't come. Not that day, and not once during the week I spent recovering in the hospital.When I finally tried walking again, dizziness nearly knocked me over.I threw up in the bathroom and had to lean against the door afterward just to breathe.That was when I heard Diane, my mother-in-law, out in the hallway, scolding Ethan over the phone."What kind of husband are you?"Your wife nearly died giving birth to your child."What
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