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C-section now?” I whispered now. Are they going to be okay? She squeezed my arm. We’re going to do everything we can, but we need to move fast.
They prepped me for surgery, shaved my belly, IV in my arm, oxygen mask, Caleb in surgical scrubs beside me.
At 10:45 p.m., they wheeled me into the O. The lights were even brighter there. Blinding. The anesthesiologist continue reading …
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