One week ago I was pregnant and so very happy. I reveled in the fact that my fairytale dream was coming true.
One week ago I had just shared with the world my joy of finding out I was having a boy. I had stars in my eyes for my sweet baby boy. I was dreaming of cowboy nurseries, toy tractors, fishing and sand boxes.
One week ago, my baby was alive and I foolishly thought we were safe.
Although I don’t understand how I breathe through them, the minutes unbelievably tick away, taking me further and further away from these joyful memories.
There is only unbearable sorrow now.