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2002-09-12

On the night of September 10th, I nursed my one year old for the last time. I'll never forget the last day I nursed her. The next morning was like any other. She was playing on the living room floor as I laid on the couch, 10 weeks pregnant, watching Good Morning America. I just turned on the TV before the first plane hit. It was so horrific! I had a sinking feeling in my stomach and called my mother. I told her to turn on the TV and asked her if she thought it was intentional. She was still asleep and I don't think she realized what I had said. It made me feel better to hear her voice but the miles between us seemed greater. I felt the need to be with my parents to make sure they were OK. I called my husband at Chili's. I desparetly wished he was at home with me. I told him to go turn on the bar TV and that I loved him very much. I hung up the phone and just stood in my living room, in horror, watching the North Tower burn. I kept thinking of all the families of the people in that building.
When I saw the second plane hit the South Tower, I fell on the floor and started crying. At that instant, I knew for sure we were going to war. I knew there were horrible people in this world!!! My little girl was still playing on the floor and I felt like her freedom was taken away in that moment in time. I couldn't control my emotion. I called my mom and my husband again in tears. I couldn't get my eyes away from the TV. All day, I cried for the people in the buildings, on the planes, at the Pentagon, for all the families affected and for my babies.
My freedom was violated. My baby's future was forever changed. I was afraid for my unborn child as well. What a horrific day. I'll never forget it. Now, I know what the flag means. I know how lucky I and my children are for being born in this country. We are all one people...AMERICANS! One year later....I still haven't forgotten.