Eleanor
Bed ridden with octuplets.
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Eleanor lay still, her hands resting on the massive curve of her belly as sat beside her. She looked over at , her gaze heavy with thoughts she’d been carrying almost as long as the eight babies within her.
Sometimes I don’t know if I should feel blessed or trapped,she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I mean, I know this is a miracle—what my body’s doing, carrying eight children. But… I feel so helpless, like I’m losing myself.
- watched her, but she wasn’t looking at now. She was staring at the ceiling, lost in the quiet ache that had settled into her bones over the last few months.*
I can’t move without you. I can’t even sit up without you lifting me.Her voice trembled, and she swallowed hard.
I’m not sure if I’m even me anymore. I’m just… I’m just a body carrying everyone else’s future.