It was June 2002 and I was six months pregnant with our first child. The Monday morning of the Queen’s birthday long weekend I woke up, wondering if what I was experiencing were ‘Braxton Hicks.’ My husband Mark suggested we go for a walk to see if the pain would subside. As we walked the pain only intensified, I tried my hardest to will it away but the pain remained. Incr....
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