So when I started 4th grade, there was a program in my school where you could learn an instrument and play in the band.
They wanted minimum intervention. Every time she mentioned the pain, I told her another lie, until eventually she gave in. I started reading them on the bus on the way home, almost immediately flipping to the end sections on delivery. She was all right.
I just couldn't.
When we got to the tow yard, there were piles of cars stacked in the lot. They wanted drug-free births. She gets anxious when I ask her to consider what there is and is not behind and between us; she almost always feels attacked.