6 days since they told us there wasn’t a heartbeat.
3 days since they removed our baby from my body.
I haven’t worn makeup in 6 days. Normally that still means mascara, powder and blush. Not anymore. It’s just something else to run down my face. I can’t stop crying. Every breath hurts. I want to stop breathing and for a moment fade into darkness where it doesn’t hurt anymore.
This line from There was Supposed to be a Baby really spoke to me:
This tiny life had been a part of my own for such a short time, yet I knew I would never be the same again. His life had changed mine, and most of the world never knew he had been there.