Monica
It’s my fault. My baby is gone and it’s all my fault.
In eighteen years of my life I’ve never known this type of pain. The emotional sorrow filled in my heart is unbearable like all the air has been sucked from my lungs and I’m left being a shadow of myself.
It’s my fault. My baby is gone and it’s all my fault.
Those very words run rapid endlessly through my mind as I lay emotionally drained in this cold hard hospital bed staring into space. I don’t want to eat, talk, the only functions I feel a need to do are cry and sleep.
Crying releases the pain but only for a while and sleeping shuts everything off. It allows me to breathe and a break from thinking about how my carelessness cost me my baby…. Our baby.
I can’t bare myself to look at him… I know he’s crushed and I’m to bla
