Don't worry, I'm healthy. Nothing is wrong with me. Well, at least health wise. Emotional wise it's a different story.

My sister called at 3 something this afternoon. She was crying so hard, said she was hurting really really bad, and was on her way to the hospital. My aunt and I met her up there.

I ran into the Emergency Room, checked to see if she was in there. She wasn't. I grabbed the "Sign-In Sheet" and began scamming names to see if she was on there. She wasn't. I ran over to the admittance lady to ask if she was there. She was. I ran back to the hospital area and could hear her. She was crying hysterically and screaming in pain.

The first things I heard were, "I lost the baby."

My sister had a miscarriage.
We didn't even know she was pregnant.

The baby was 4 1/2 months along.

All I could do was hold her and tell her it was going to be okay. I may have lied. I wasn't sure that it was going to be okay. My aunt couldn't take it, got sick to her stomach, and walked out. After I got her calmed down I put my head on her bed railing and let her explain to me what happened. All I could do was fight back tears. I had to look away a few times. I was supposed to be the strong one. She didn't need to say me cry. It could have upset her more.

She said that last night it was raining really hard, which is true. Her and her boyfriend are staying in an RV, and it was leaking. They had to put a tarp on the roof of it so they could actually stay in it. She's really short, even shorter than I am, so she decided to stand on the side of the truck to throw it over the top of the RV. When she did that she slipped and fell on her stomach, thus killing the baby.

Needless to say I'm very upset. I didn't even know she was pregnant, yet I'm still hurting. Why? Because not only was it a baby, but it was my niece or nephew.

I sat with her the whole time except for the times they made me leave because they were examining her certain areas that I didn't care to see. I was with her when the baby came out.

The doctors came in to examine her again, then came out. I could hear them talking. One of them said, "She passed her hemmorage." It took all that I had to not walk up to her and punch her in the face. Hemmorage?! HEMMORAGE?! It was not a hemmorage. It was a baby. My niece or nephew. A baby.

I came back in and the baby was in the sink.
They just left it in the sink.

*sigh*

I'm just really.. I don't know. I feel so drained. I'm upset.

We left the hospital at 8 p.m and got home a little while ago. I don't know if they're keeping her. Her mom is with her now. They're supposed to call and let us know.

Please pray for her health, safety, and emotional state. They had to give her a shot to make her stop bleeding, and then they're concerned about her losing large amounts of blood. I know she's distraught.