I am deathly afraid that two adults will walk into the hospital Thursday morning, and only one of us will come out.
I am afraid that two adults will go in, but only two adults will come out.
This is what keeps me awake at night, that something will go terribly wrong, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Childbirth happens to millions every day. And millions of children are born healthy, and happy to millions of mothers. Why am I deathly afraid that we will be on the other side, statistically speaking?