The worst night of my life…
If you have been following my posts about my experience with my last pregnancy and delivery, this post leads on from where I last stopped… That night was to be the worst night in my life. I was awake and yet I was not. I was alive and yet I could not move or speak. I could see my daughter and husband and yet they did not come to my side! Yes, I was feverish, my oxygen and SATS were dropping and I was having hallucinations. First of all, I hated having the oxygen mask on. I could not move …