"I was pregnant with a child eight years ago, too. But at the time, my husband was dead set against me keeping it. No matter how much I begged him, he wouldn't let me keep the baby. Later, when I was six months pregnant, I tripped over a broom on the floor and started bleeding heavily. The baby was gone..."
"I saw the doctor take it out... piece by piece... That was my baby... my poor baby..."
"After that, for a long time, I'd always dream of my child crying out, asking me why I abandoned them..."
"Every time I think about it, I feel so miserable. If I had just been a little more careful, my baby wouldn't have died!"
"I've made my peace with my infertility. Maybe this is karma for our decision to be childfree back then. Thank you, Host. Thank you for telling me!"
