Into The Woods part 5
-one month later, late at night- (Rose is in the last week of her pregnancy, due any day now) I awake to another session of pain; the burning and stabbing continues to worsen each time it happens. Mark wakes up too. His voice is heavy with worry, “Is it happening again?”. I wince, another flood of pain ripping through my stomach, and nod yes. He gets up from our bed and morphs. I’m getting Poppy this time. I will be right back. Stay here. And then he is gone. I lay there, trying my best not to scream or move. The pain is unbearable. Unimaginable. And it somehow continues to grow worse. I feel a sharp stabbing pain and feel something warm on my thigh. I panic and reach down, touch my fingers to the …