Note: this is one of my Holy Week posts. And it deals with a lot of heavy pregnancy topics. "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent." -Psalms 22:1-2 There were a few weeks when I did everything I could possibly think of to keep the fetus alive last summer. It seems almost silly now, thinking of what I tried to do in hopes that maybe, maybe the swelling in her would go down. First, I refused the X-ray at the dentist because I couldn't bear the thought that the trace radiation would do anything to her. (Perhaps it was good I refused it because it turns out I had two cavities that I would not have wanted to worry about back then.) I then cut out sugar, figuring that the sugar could possibly be causing inflammation of some kind (while knowing of course that her swelling was because of her body, not mine)