Thoughts that sometime...rhyme: Inside, I cry

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

Inside, I cry

I am a doctor. The expectant mother is about to deliver. The sweating, straining and months her body has been forming a new life are almost over then The fetal monitor flashes an ominous warning. We have no heartbeat just as the head crowns the baby is delivered the wrong color - blue and still... Sign in to see full entry.

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