Under The Oak Tree Maxi Miscarriage 소설 & 이야기

The second the door closed, I sat up. The pain from my wounds was searing. I took a breath, gritted my teeth, and got out of bed. I staggered to the fireplace. I looked down at the necklace in my hand. When I had my miscarriage five years ago, Maximus knelt by my bed for three days and three nights. He said he was sorry, said he would make it up to me, said he would give me the best things in the world.

I pulled my hand away. “Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t say anything. Let him answer.” The doctor cleared his throat. “I’m very sorry,” he began gently. “You suffered severe trauma to your lower back and abdomen. When you were brought in, you were unconscious and had lost a lot of blood. We did everything we could, but…” He paused. I shook my head. “No,” I whispered. “No, don’t say that.” “But unfortunately,” he continued softly, “you experienced a miscarriage.”

Amethyst had another memory flashback this time she saw herself giving birth to a bouncing baby girl. She check her tummy for a tale tell sign of delivery. She had not find anything except for that to two or three stretcjh mark hidden under her underwear. Base on the talks she had been hearing, she Amethyst had a miscarriage that render her unable conciebe again.

Sleep beckoned, offering a brief respite from the chaos. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain, an unbearable ache radiating from my core below. I looked down, horror coursing through my veins, as crimson red stained my clothes. Panic consumed me as I realized I was bleeding. And in my current state, bleeding only meant one thing- miscarriage. My heart pounded in my chest as I clutched my stomach, feeling the absence of my child's presence. "No! I can't lose you now!” tears streamed down my face as I stumbled forward, crying. "Why did I lose him? Why?” I shouted into the night, not caring if my pursuers heard me or not.

All eyes shifted instantly to Robin's abdomen. The soaked fabric clung to her body, her protruding belly exposed. Only a fool would fail to see that something was amiss, given the unmistakable curve and the heavy blood flow. The doctor's hands shook as he cut away her trousers. He looked bewildered at what he saw. "This… this isn't an injury. This is a major hemorrhage caused by a miscarriage!" Everyone exploded into a frenzy. "Miscarriage? Robin is a guy. How could he miscarry?"

Isabel could feel her heart beating, as she wondered what'd happened. "Apparently, Jenny had engaged in a drinking spree with her friends, not minding she was carrying our child. According to the doctor, one of the drinks had a mixture of Pulque, a Mexican traditional drink and it'd caused the miscarriage." He relayed unemotionally to her,

Victor sat in his underground casino office, the dim light reflecting off his gold-rimmed glasses. The manila envelope on his desk sat there like a ticking time bomb, quietly waiting to be opened. He ripped the seal and pulled out the medical report. Manhattan Private Hospital. OB-GYN. Surgical abortion records. The diagnosis hit him like a bullet: "Complete miscarriage and permanent infertility caused by severe blunt force trauma." The date of the surgery was the exact day the streets ran red outside the art gallery.

I took many supplements but never considered that I may have had a miscarriage. Julian always told me that it was normal to lose a lot of blood, since my period was unstable, and brought me painkillers right away. It turned out that the painkiller he fed me was meant to prevent excessive bleeding from miscarriage. He would not have driven me to the hospital if I had not gone into shock from bleeding. Without that, who knew how much longer he would have fooled me with his loving words. It sounded like the doctor had gotten up to send Julian to the door. The creak of the chair reminded me to hide.

“Is she alright?... You know she never came back to the hospital after her chemical pregnancy and she was supposed to. She didn't look fine that time, especially with the loss of Laurel too. I can imagine what a blow it must have been for you. Losing Laurel and your child even before you got to know about the pregnancy. Did she do the check up in another hospital?” Anders watches Mac as he speaks gibberish. At least that is how he understands it. But Mac is watching him, waiting for him to say something, answer his question or make a contribution to what he has just said. Anders knits his brow, seeing Mac's hesitation. “What are we talking about?” It's Mac's turn to look confused. His brows

Then, in a stern voice Mitch had never heard from her before, she said, “Director. As I told you last time, male omegas have a higher risk of miscarriage from mid-pregnancy. A miscarriage at this stage can have serious consequences for the pregnant person. It could even become life-threatening.”