They turned to God and prayed all the time, hoping to be given some clarity about the decision they were about to make.
“Two days later, we agreed that neither she nor I needed to suffer for one more minute. The induction was scheduled for a few days later, and the evening came for me to take the medication to induce labour. I would be delivering her the next day.
“I had blurred vision and was so gravely ill that I told Brett I loved him many times in case I died, I was supposed to attend my work party the night before as I thought it would be better to have a distraction instead of sobbing all evening. The time came to leave and my health turned a corner.”
Whitney’s experience delivering her baby was, as expected, both painful and traumatic.
“I woke up and the nurse came to check on me. In my sleep, our daughter, Ruby-Jo, had arrived,” she wrote.
“The doctor came in to pick up her tiny, 1- pound, lifeless body and I went into complete shock.”
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