Hearing My Unborn Baby's Voice
Six months into my pregnancy, I heard my baby's cry for help.
'Mommy, save me. Please, do the C-section early. I have a congenital breathing condition. If you don't get me out now, I'll suffocate.'
I listened to my baby's desperate pleading, gritted my teeth, and agreed to an early cesarean.
In the end, my daughter and I both died.
Right before I went, I heard the doctor say, with real regret, that the baby had been perfectly healthy. There'd been nothing wrong with her at all.
When I opened my eyes again, I was pregnant once more, and once again I heard my baby crying for help. Only this time, another voice answered—soft and sweet, like a much younger child.
'Mommy, don't believe that