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miscarriage.
    The first one happened four months ago. I was lying in bed and had a sensation like an urge to urinate. But when I got out of bed, blood oozed down my legs. In the middle of the night, I snuck off to the hospital where the emergency room physician told me I was having a miscarriage, which I thought was impossible because you have to be pregnant to have a miscarriage. I told him I wasn’t pregnant, and that he needed to tell me why I was bleeding. I couldn’t be having a miscarriage...
    But I was.
    That night in the hospital, I broke down, screamed so loud, I probably woke up all the patients on every floor. I was distraught, having life forming inside of me just die. Even worse, the doctor explained that he had to do a procedure called a D & C, dilation and curettage, where they’d put me to sleep and the contents of my uterus would be removed.
    Through this process, I was alone. In a cold hospital, on a cold bed, alone. I didn’t want anyone to know. I was ashamed. The abuse, the stress and anxiety I suffered at Dilvan’s hands was the reason I’d lost my baby.
     
    * * *
     
    “I’ve called an ambulance,” Tyson says. “They should be here at any moment now.”
    Tyson gets up and walks over to get my robe that’s hanging on a hook on the bathroom door. He wraps it around me. “Hey, can you stand?”
    “I don’t know,” I say , tears falling from my eyes at the thought of losing another baby. And it’s not like I wanted to have Dilvan’s children. Truth be told, I didn’t want any attachments to him. But children are innocent; even unborn children. Even embryos. To me, this felt like another form of abuse by him, treating me badly, pushing me to the floor, forcing himself on me and damaging my body, killing my babies.
    Tyson sighs. He’s overwhelmed, I can tell. He didn’t come here for this. He was only doing Padma a favor. Now, he’s smack dab in the middle of the drama that’s been going on in this house – things no one knows about, well besides Beatrice.
    “L et me call Dilvan and tell him what’s going on.”
    “No,” I say quickly. “He’s on a plane anyway.”
    He frowns. “You don’t want me to call your husband?”
    “No. Just let the paramedics take me to the hospital.”
    “Then I’ll go with you.”
    “No,” I tell him, because I don’t want him to know what’s going on with me.
    “Yes. I can’t have you goi ng to the hospital by yourself.”
    I hear the faint sounds of the ambulance getting close. Tyson runs downstairs, as I sit here, on the bathroom floor, asking myself why this had to happen to me yet again.
    Moments later, I hear a bunch of ruckus and then see two paramedics with a stretcher. Tyson comes in behind them.
    He tells them he came in the bathroom this morning and saw me sitting here like this, in a mess of blood. The paramedics ask me what happened. I tell them I think I may be having a miscarriage, but I can’t be sure.
    They scoop me up and on the stretcher, carefully descending the stairs. I see Beatrice standing there, near the base of the stairs, her hands covering her mouth while she wails.
    “I’m okay, Beatrice,” I say faintly to her and the paramedics continue rolling me the rest of the way to the ambulance.
    “I’m going to follow the ambulance, okay,” Tyson says.
    I nod with my eyes closed, telling myself that this is a bad dream, but the reality is, the last six months of my life has been one hellacious nightmare.
     
    * * *
     
    At the hospital, the doctor confirms what I feared – I’m having a miscarriage and I break down in tears once again.
    Tyson is there, standing by the door like he doesn’t belong in the room while the doctors give me this news. I want to ask him to leave, but know it would be rude after he’s taken the time out of his day to come here with me, not wanting me to be alone.
    The D & C surgery is a quick one. Since I had one not too long ago, I already knew what to expect. Now, I’m in recovery,