My friend C, the one I mentioned before who joined our sinking boat, it got worse! Much, much worse!
Five days of laboring and finally Friday, she delivered her sweet little man, 7 inches and 149 grams. They opted not to name him “in case” they could give it a go again.
Well, Saturday, they had to do a D/C for retained placenta. In the process they realized they she had placenta accreta, which in the end meant if she was going to survive, not bleed to death, a total hysterectomy was needed.
So, now she doesn’t get the chance to try. My heart is broken for her and her family. So, yes, it can always get worse! If anything people who say, “it can’t get any worse” need to be corrected. To me this is a bit of hell on earth that we are walking through, to her it is a bigger hell on earth than mine.