There are moments in life when everything else seems to be extremely small and irrelevant. When we are faced with panic and real scare.
Waking up last Wednesday with a bleeding and having to rush to the hospital in my 35th week of pregnancy was one of those moments. Worst of all: fearing for my baby's life.
Being alone with a five-year old boy in a house - being heavily pregnant - and not knowing what to do when you must jump a taxi and leave him with a neighbour makes you stop and think that there is something really wrong about the whole situation. And about your life in general.
The health problem was actually dealt with. My body was too tired and my placenta warned me of being too much "out and about" (when I shouldn't) and screamed: "STOP!"
The long overdue life-changing measures I must take are just starting though.
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