My little girl has just died, six weeks short of her due date. Her heart stopped beating and I had to be induced. We don't have any real answers yet.
With every minute that passes, I love her more and more, and yet she isn't with me, and never will be.
We left her in the hospital mortuary earlier today, after a blissful and painful 24 hours together. I'm home now and supposed to be caring for my toddler, but I just feel numb. I don't know how I will get through this. I long for the life I had just a few days ago, pregnant, excited and happy. Everything has changed in such a short space of time.