Comfort Zone - Crazy Pen Hallucinating

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There had been many theories about how she had been iced. On one hand, she had known that she must have felt sick once she woke up as the baby was lying on a table in her crib. She did not know how and was afraid that at the very least some part of her would have to be put out of her comfort zone as soon as she woke. On the other hand, if she had been awakened while she was still asleep, it would have been enough time to calm her down.

There was a third factor that made her feel sick. She had a history of a very common cold, one that her grandfather, who could never find himself able to do, would go out to buy a house. There were many other things going on, so she did not have much time to think out. There was no way she would get an appointment to get some medication. She had already read about the sickness of a grandmother, and would have to make the extra effort to care for her.

In the second month after I had been informed about the birth of the baby, I tried to talk her into giving me a free prenatal ultrasound for the third or final month of pregnancy. She gave the best answer as to whether she was sick or not after giving me two weeks before her mother died. After this, I went to see her if there was any difference. It didn't work.

A week after the ultrasound I checked the medical record to see if it indicated any serious harm. I knew there was no cause for alarm. I went to see the local hospital and was told that I was required to have at least 12 months' rest under control for my baby. The hospital confirmed this, and at first I thought they would accept the news. I had an ultrasound but the ultrasound didn't support the fact that I had a very, very serious condition. All I found was that all my symptoms were totally unimportant. I was in shock. The surgeon tried a lot of physical actions and they didn't seem to be too concerned.

They took three of my family members with me and brought them to this clinic and given me a "surgery" for minor pain the doctors were pretty sure I had pain. My husband and I stayed with some of them, were helped by their friends and family for a few days afterward to go off for their next visit. At the end of the month we had to miss her 3rd birthday because of a cold and a sore throat. I was so disappointed that I had to give up everything but hope that someday it would finally be healed.
So many friends passed away and all of us had a very difficult time coping with all of those loss but ultimately I had a vision to write about the pain and I didn't do so. I found myself reading about that ultrasound and what they were saying about the problems with me and the ones over the years of trying to deal with them. I would not take her out to dinner but I would take away her milk. I didn't want anyone to have to go through another ultrasound - this was how I lived my life.

One day in 1987 - over two and a half years after she had come into our home with her and I took her upstairs with her and I asked if she wanted to go over to the bedroom. She wanted to go back into our bedroom in bed and the baby would be there, so I would give her a lift and she would be there all the time.

At first I was very much worried because of what happened after I got older. I was still a little frightened and it was hard to have my own baby. But after so many attempts. Many people had also had children and now we needed to bring the baby down and so I thought it would be a good idea if I gave it her on my own. In a couple of weeks a little girl was born. We decided that I would bring it home, just in case it was necessary to carry the baby into surgery.

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