We lost our baby, our little boy.
We'd known there could be--would be--was something wrong for a few weeks (which is why I haven't been posting or commenting). The end finally came just yesterday.
The end, and the beginning of us missing him and wondering what if and if only.
Every day of these awful weeks, I took my prenatal vitamin, I avoided alcohol, I double-steeped my tea to lower its caffeine content. Just as I've been doing since the first days of my pregnancy. I wasn't hoping for a miracle. I guess I just wanted to prove (to whom, I don't know) that I did every last little thing that I could to protect him.
It wasn't enough. And I do know that it wasn't my fault.
But I hope my little boy knows how much he is loved. And that my heart is as broken as his little body is.