I went into labour 8 weeks ago tonight. My beautiful little boy was born at 4 o'clock in the morning. He had CDH, and only lived for 20 hours. He was so beautiful, so loved and so desperately wanted.
Everyone else is getting on with life, I've felt so numb for weeks, trying to go through the motions and look like I'm coping. But I'm sitting in an empty house today, crying and feeling broken and empty. Time is just taking me further and further away from my boy. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't want to do anything, because nothing will bring him back.