"Tracy, we should still go to the hospital for a check. You're so far along. It would give peace of mind," I suggested.
Tracy pushed me ruthlessly.
"I'm carrying my dragon prince! Can human doctors understand? You're not trying to go to the hospital to steal my son's fortune, are you?"
She walked around cradling her unmoving, no longer growing belly, her face beaming.
When I went into labor, my husband George still hadn't returned. I was pushed alone into the delivery room.
But when I woke from anesthesia, the doctor said I had given birth to a stillborn.
I froze on the spot, unable to react for a long time.
The prenatal checks had all been normal, and he was still kicking my belly just yesterday. How could he be stillborn?
As I stood stunned, Tracy burst back home, cradling her newborn son and boastfully showing him off to me.
"I told you hospitals harm people, but you still didn't believe me. Now you see, your son became nourishment for my son and died!"
Just out of childbirth, I was extremely fragile, both physically and mentally. Hearing her words, I hemorrhaged and fainted.
When I awoke, the doctor informed me I could no longer have children.
This was a bolt from the blue.