Monday, October 19, 2015

The Last Prayer: Part 3

This is a fictional piece based on my experiences.  I hope you enjoy.  
*trigger warning* child loss, infertility, miscarriage

Slowly the world solidified around her.  Movement and words began to run in sync.  It was done.

Ava was alive, but the baby was gone.  As she sat breathing in this new reality, the on-duty nurse came in and handed her a prescription and told her it was time to go.  
Ava tried to stand, but everything blurred.  She asked for a few more minutes to rest, the nurse looked her over and replied, "You have to be gone by shift change, which is in 20 minutes."

Nineteen minutes later, Dave helped Ava up and they slowly made their way back home.  Home to no baby.  Home to the same emptiness of infertility, but now with the added black hole of loss.

The next several days were a blur of pain medication and broken naps.  Sleeping, waking in pain, medicating, sleeping.  Again and again the cycle repeated.

Finally, on the fourth day, Ava's parents brought Lily back home.  At five years old, she didn't understand what had happened.  She didn't know she had had a sibling briefly in this world.  Lily only knew that she prayed for one every night, not how much that prayer pierced her mother's heart.

to be continued...

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I welcome positive, supportive sharing in this community. God bless!