One of the most traumatic experiences of my life took 12 minutes. Twelve minutes for them to rush me to the OR and prep me for surgery.
Twelve minutes for them to numb me, cut me open, and take our little girl out. Twelve minutes for us to wait to hear her cry and to hear the sharp intake of breath from the doctor.
Twelve minutes that felt like 12 hours. Twelve minutes for our lives to change. They say that a song can bring back “a thousand memories.” I’m like that with the sound of the monitors in the hospital.Read more on themighty.com