Living. And loving. And hurting.
I was going to write a long, descriptive post with tons of pictures about my trip to St Louis.
Then one of my patients came in, and asked for an ultrasound because she hadn’t felt the baby move yet this morning. He didn’t have a heart beat any more. She was 28 weeks.
I hate my job today.
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