- My doctor was well-trained, competent, and he kept it together until help arrived.
- My daughter is healthy.
- I still have all of my parts.
- The nurses let me stay in bed until I was ready to get up.
- Someone took the time to donate blood, and it was available for me when I needed it.
- I could focus on healing myself because no one expected me to room in with my daughter, and the nursery staff was great.
- My husband took the first week off work, and he drove me around town whenever I wanted to go out which was heavenly after being on bedrest for 4 weeks.
- My best friend was there to give my daughter all of the love and affection she deserved while my husband and I were tied up with my complications.
- My husband's best friend for coming to the hospital in the middle of the night to help my husband make decisions, and let him go home to get some sleep.
- My health insurance that pays for the counseling sessions that have helped me learn to live with the resulting PTSD.
Wow, that was more than I expected, and easier that I thought it would be. I guess there were some good things that happened that day, it’s just hard to remember them.
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