4 a.m. is dark and lonely, as I find my torso in the throes of twisting pain. Jason dozes, a slight snoring coming from the cot. Any comfort I once had has evaporated during the nighttime hours. The encircling rubber band squeezes from lower stomach to lower back, announcing labor’s ever-growing presence. Just hours before,Continue reading “No Safe Haven”
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Laura Gaddis 