Mother of an Angel Baby

I remember my frozen feet.  The painkiller had worked numbing my back and belly. The cramp had disappeared. Leaving just me. And my feet.

I remember the doctor telling me: "Please pray according to your beliefs, Ma'am. I am sorry you may have lost your baby."

I remember looking at him trying to find something wrong with his words. I told him he was wrong.

He was.

And the next morning, I gave birth.