One week.

One week was all I needed to wait to hold my precious baby girl. But something was wrong. Very wrong. One week.

One week was all I had left when I heard “I’m sorry, we can not find a heart beat”

One week, changed to one moment.

One moment that echo’s on forever.

The moment I learned- a part of myself has died.

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