Day 28: Memories
How hard he would kick and punch me. Even when his rolls and jabs made me uncomfortable, I loved feeling and seeing them. I was proud of how powerful he was.
The look on the OB's face when she told us there was no heartbeat.
Fighting back tears when it was time to start pushing.
Kissing his warm, soft cheek and holding his perfect little hand.
I know what you mean by the expression on the doctors face when you found out he wasn't alive. Heartbreaking. Absolute devastation. Just thinking about that moment still makes me physically ill.
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