The Evening My Blissful Ignorance Was Shattered...

The Evening My Blissful Ignorance Was Shattered...

Guilt.  That is what I felt.  And an overwhelming grief that I didn't even know was possible to feel until then.  I wasn't numb.  That was for sure.

I walked out of that ER and drove to my home knowing that my precious Peanut was gone.  There was nothing I do could do to bring that sweet baby back.  He had been gone now for what looked like at least a month.  I was about 13 weeks pregnant, but he only measured around 6-7 weeks.  No heartbeat.  No hope.  Just stillness.  Painful, heartbreaking stillness.

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