On the last trip to Mom’s house, Jamie told me she was pregnant and was due in the summer. I thought this was great because I viewed it as a silver lining. Maybe Mom could hold onto hope to see that beautiful grandchild. A few days later, Jamie called me and told me she was spotting. I suggested she go to the doctor. She did not tell Mom, and I prayed for that tiny baby to be all right.
Everything ended up okay, but she was not allowed to lift anything over thirty pounds. So if Mom fell, she would not be able to pick her up. She would have to call someone and get them to come and help her up.
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