Don't Let Him Cut Me Out

At six months pregnant, I suddenly heard my unborn baby screaming for help inside my womb.

"Mommy, help me! Please, you have to get me out early. Call the doctor, do the C-section now!"

"I have a congenital respiratory illness. If I stay in here any longer, I’m going to suffocate!"

Hearing those desperate, agonizing pleas, I had gritted my teeth and demanded an emergency premature C-section.

It ended in a double tragedy. Both of us died on the operating table.

Right before my consciousness faded into blackness, I heard the doctor’s baffled, sorrowful whisper: "The baby was perfectly…