Thinking back to the pregnancy, the next week or so after the good news included repeated trips to the hospital to retake the pregnancy test and to make sure I was really pregnant. Each time was filled with trepidation followed with such hope, then happiness, then relief.
Was this really MY time? My baby?
I was so happy and terrified at the same time.
I am so in despair at what happened. I wanted Sally Ann so badly and now she's gone. Not even a chance to take her first breath. It feels so unfair. How do I find hope again to go on? How do I find relief? I can't make sense of this nighmare. I wish I could wake up and it all will be gone!
Still here…14 years later
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