Chapter 7

 

Ava

 

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ANDREW’S CRYING WOKE me up early this morning, even after the late night I had with Andre. One thing I’ve grown to learn as a mother is that, no matter how tired you are, the sound of your baby crying will instantly wake you from a deep sleep. So I eased out of bed so as not to disturb Andre and walked down the hallway to Drew’s room.

After changing his diaper, we descended the stairs to the kitchen where I made him a bowl of oatmeal and began cooking breakfast for Andre and I – eggs, ham and toast. But something happened to me as I divvied up the food on our plates. I felt dizzy – like I was going to faint and catching my breath was difficult.

I set the frying pan back on the stove. Feeling the room spinning, I used the countertop to steady my balance as I walked to the kitchen table where Drew was sitting. It was becoming harder and harder for me to catch my breath and if I didn’t sit down, I knew I would pass out.

Pulling out a chair, I slowly sat there, next to my son, closing my eyes in hopes it would make the spinning stop. The sensation was making me feel sick to my stomach, and since I knew there was no way I could make it upstairs to wake up Andre, I rested my head on the table for a moment, waiting on this to pass.