![]() ![]() “This is stinkin’ 2012 and they haven’t figured out a way to get my dead baby out of my body without making me come to the labor and delivery ward.” Lloyd repeatedly cycles back to the circumstances of the delivery in between memories of her Oklahoma upbringing and of her husband, a fellow attorney, whom she met in Geneva, Switzerland. ![]() “This is stupid,” she says, in the jolting opening of this book. The author’s first son, Caswell, was stillborn, but she still had to endure a long, difficult labor-including an epidural and having her water manually broken. ![]() Lloyd ( These Boots Are Made for Butt-Kickin’, 2015, etc.) tells how a tragedy kindled a deeper trust in God. ![]()
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