I think when peoaple experience something traumatic they immediately shut down and feel like they are alone, want to be alone and ask impossible questions to answer like 'why me?'. I am saying this because about a month ago I was pregnant, planning my baby's nursery, wearing maternity clothes, looking at baby names but as I am writing this story I am sitting at my desk wearing my tightest jeans. All because I had an encounter with deadly pre-enclampsia and it managed to rob me of the only thing -my baby- that had me believing that 2010 would be my best year.
Pre-enclampsia as I came to learn is a condition that sometimes affects pregnant women, due to high blood pressure.
I know for people around me, family, friends and colleagues, it might be in the past and they might even be thinking that I am over it, but I am far from it as I can remember the fateful day as if it was yesterday. All I did was take precaution by going to the doctor when I had a headache and went to the clinic not knowing that it would be my last day to happily rub my protruding tummy.
