Six-and-a-half months into my second pregnancy, my obstetrician gave me the okay to fly to Calgary from Toronto to visit family. I had every intention of having a relaxing vacation.

Little did I know that within a week of arriving in Calgary I would walk the long hallway to the operating room of the Foothills Hospital, Labour and Delivery Ward to prematurely deliver my 1-pound, 10-ounce son. I had developed preeclampsia, again.

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