Held in her arms
THE LAST THING I remembered, I was sitting in my hospital room, recovering from the birth of my second child, a daughter. It was February, 1971. After a long, difficult delivery my husband and parents had gone home to rest. The baby was in the hospital nursery. I was ready to sleep too. Then my back started to hurt. I told the nurse when she came to check on me and then….
How could I explain it? More nurses rushed in. One said the word “hemorrhage.”
The next thing I
