Hannah
Pain and blood.
And then even more pain and blood. Not that anything could compare to the pain I was in now. With my breast heavy as a stone and my heart even heavier.
Not giving birth on a filthy mattress, with no pain relief. Feeling as if I was being ripped apart with every tightening was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to this.
I would do it over, a million time just to hold my baby in my arms.
Out of all the tortures in the world, this was the worst. This abandonment.
My baby was gone.
I had held her for only a few minutes just seconds after she was born.
She had been slippery with my blood, but I had looked upon her tiny face and felt such heart-breaking love I thought I would die. And then they had ripped her from me. clutching her to my chest uselessl
