The Mystery of the Bloated Belly: A Disturbing Night and a Hospital Visit
But three nights later, I woke up with a feeling I hadn’t felt in over fifty years. It was like something was moving in my belly. I lay still, my heart pounding. I slowly placed my hand on my stomach. A few seconds later, I felt that movement again. I was overcome with warmth and delight, but also with deep confusion.
The next morning, I asked my son, Giuseppe, to accompany me to the hospital. The doctor who examined me was in her forties, kind but professional. She asked me a few questions, examined me, and then referred me for an ultrasound. At first, everything seemed normal. Then, suddenly, the doctor fell silent. She stared at something on the ultrasound screen, her expression becoming increasingly tense. The smile vanished.
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