Placing my hand over my stomach I prayed my baby was okay.

“Babe are you okay?”.

I bit my lip hard. What if something was wrong? What if I was losing the baby?

“Hey what’s-…”. He paused.

“I think there’s something wrong”. My voice barely a whisper I was trying so hard not to cry.

“I’ll call the pack doctor”.

“No”. I grabbed his hand. “I want to go to the hospital; I need to go to the hospital”. I couldn’t keep the what ifs out my head and until I knew my ...