/// "They wouldn’t let him stay with me.
No one had told me that whoever came with you to have the procedure done, whether they were the father or not, wasn’t allowed to stay with you once they took you to the patient waiting area. He was given the option of waiting in the front waiting room, or his car, and the security guard told him he would come out and get him when I was done.
So he left.
Even today, I’m still not sure how I felt about that.
I wasn’t upset because I don’t believe there wasn’t anything either of us could have done about it, but a huge part of me needed him to be there. When I’d rehearsed how the day would unfold in my head, I had envisioned him standing next to the bed holding my hand. I’d pictured him rubbing my forehead and saying, “I’m here, darling,” if I appeared to be in any pain or even the least bit uncomfortable. But now it was just me. I was going into a room full of strangers alone, and going without my safe place; him." /// Excerpt from my new book #SwimmingInGrace! Today is the LAST DAY to preorder your book!!! CLICKABLE LINK IN BIO. 👆🏾 photo:// @savethestorks