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I’ll never forget that feeling of pure terror I felt when I saw a steady stream of dark purple blood flowing out of me like waterfall. I’ll never forget the loud “thud” I heard in the toilet that night when my baby came out.
I always thought when people said something could bring you to your knees, that it was just an exaggeration. That is, until I started bleeding. I fell to my knees and I unleashed a cry that was so hard it became silent. My face creased into an ugly look of pure pain. Ironically, I laid down in a fetal position on the bathroom floor, and rested my cheek on the cold tile. I clutched at my stomach as if I was trying to hold the baby in, begging God not to take this from me.