And I'm here trying to figure out how does one find strength to go through it.
Born at 22 +6, she was too small to make it. This was a month ago (thank you everyone who send some kind words my way, it meant more that I can say). I know I'm not the first person to go through this and sadly won't be the last. That life goes on and we go through it if only because there's no other way but forwards.
I'm terribly tempted not to attend. To have my baby put in front of me in a coffin, when she should be still inside me...I don't know if I can bear it. We said our goodbyes at the hospital, but my husband needs this closure. I fear this will just set me back (I've been having PSTD flashbacks and other stuff since it happened, now a bit better), but will I regret it in the future, not being there? I don't know. I'm having a hard time sorting my thoughts, let alone feelings. Which is why I probably should apologise for such a sort of pointless, rambling message.
In any case, I wanted to thank all of you who answered with kind words and support when I posted about her passing a bit ago. Mumsnet support on these horrible situations is incredible. x