Crawling back into bed after washing the tears off her face she laid awake. The only thing taking up space in her mind at that moment was her child. The child she lost a year ago, remembering the pain, the heartache, the engorged breasts from the milk that she had made for him. The feeling that overwhelmed her the most though was the feeling of being useless to her own child. She was his mother how could she be so completely lost without that tiny little baby. Even in the weeks after losing him she felt consumed, by guilt for not being able to help her child. Weeks went by she refused to eat, she refused to shower, all she could do was cry. The nightmares started the first night she slept, she would wake up every two hours in a panic, because she had thought she missed his feeding time.
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