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Stamped: 22:02:00

I caused another Erb's palsy secondary to shoulder dystocia again.

I'm wondering whether is it me, doing it wrong, or I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

But as much is said, it's as unpredictable as it is unpreventable.

So was it me then?

I don't know.

But it's saddening, nonetheless.


And getting bashed up by the boss, is really, not the heart of the matter.


Sigh.

All I can do right now, is pray.

Coz what I'm going through, compared to the baby, is just secondary.



-jess, sad-

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