It had been at least six hours since the last time she felt her baby girl kick, and what concerned her even more was that she was usually incredibly active at night and when Jane was eating. Jane had eaten almost too much food and it was pretty late, so she was expecting her little girl to be practicing her Rockette routine, but there was no movement…at all. When Jane went to the bathroom, she found some light brown fluid in her panties and when she wiped, there was more. Now she stood before the mirror, looking at the woman in the reflection with worry and concern etching her face, who was on the verge of a near panic attack. Her breathing became ragged as she tried to figure out what to do. There was no way she was losing her baby…that was not possible. She was too far along to have a miscarriage, so that wasn’t a possibility. The mere thought of losing her baby sent Jane into a breathing frenzy as she gripped the counter for balance. She shouldn’t have worn these shoes, she thought as she teetered back and forth.
