Recovery

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The last thing I remember is seeing Brooke stop her grandparents strecher and run over to me. Then it was a blur. I woke up in the arms of Bruno with a throbbing pain in my lower back, I couldn't move my lower body. I was put to sleep for a week. After I woke up the doctor told me I was pregnant, but I might not be able to give birth because I had a fractured tail bone. Immediately I asked how to cure it and the doctor told me I could get surgery, but I might not live through it. I did it anyway and, I lost the baby, or at least that's what they thought happened. but it was something much bigger. I started to exercise daily, I called it my run to recovery. My belly kept growing, so I thought I was pregnant still, the doctor said it was symptoms of the medication I was taking, I thought otherwise. Then came the day it kicked. "BRUNO THE BABY IS KICKING" I screamed. "NO FRICKING WAY" he screamed. And then my baby Valerie (almost 2 years old) toddled over and said "Mommy what in your belly?" Smiling I replied "A baby sibling for you" and scooped her up in my arms and tickled her. I was both nervous and excited for the baby to come, little did I know I was closer than expecting.

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