“Honey, are you ready?” He called again from the car.
He slammed the door open and walked into the house.
In the entrance, he found her sat on the floor, staring at a pair of old walking shoes, with tears running down her cheeks.
“What happened?” asked he.
“Shoes… Blood… Baby…” She could not put the words into a sentence. Memories of her lost baby captivated her.
It was summer of 2013. She was happily pregnant for six months after a long journey of IVF. On night of 26th of June, she started to have frequent urine and in the evening after she wipped herself, she saw a drop of blood in the toilet. They rushed to the hospital and were sent to the birth center. The nurse checked her vital signs and said, “the baby’s heart beat was weak. We are sending the doctor.”
Had another urge of going to the bathroom, she put her walking shoes on, and slowly moved to the bathroom. After she got up, more blood came out. This time they were thick with clumps. They were on her shoes.
“I am scared, very scared” she said to him.
The next morning, her baby died. She suffered Preeclampsia and almost left this world without knowing what happened to her….
“I am so sorry,” he wrapped his arms around her. They both sat on the floor and stared at a pair of old walking shoes, crying.