One week.

dandywarhol · November 2011

Today is the one week anniversary of Sylvie's death. It hurts so much. Her obituary ran in today's paper too. She was born at 8:14pm and all that keeps going through my head is what I was doing one week ago at this time.

One week ago at this time I was snuggled in bed with my kitties, happy because I had taken the day off because my husband and I were going to a concert in NJ tonight. I love sleeping in with my kitties and I knew that we were going to have a long night so I wanted to make sure I got plenty of rest.

I know for the rest of today, my mind will just be replaying the events of that horrible day. What I was thinking, what I was feeling.

I hate it all so much. I hate that this has happened to me and that this has happened to so many other people. It isn't fair. Sylvie should still be inside me, safe and warm. Today would have been 22w and because of an anterior placenta I hadn't really felt her move or kick, so I knew we were getting closer to the point when that would actually happen. But it never did. Instead I felt the pain of the placenta slowly ripping from my womb and her little body slowly descending on her journey from my body. She was perfect. She was healthy. Her heart was SO strong. She stayed alive for 45 minutes and I'll forever cherish each and every second I got to hold her and touch her and tell her how much I wanted and loved her. But it won't change the fact that my baby is gone.

mrsnapaluch · November 2011

BIG HUGS. I'm so sorry.

krysiahamaty · November 2011

Big, huge hugs. I can not say it enough: I HATE that we have to go through this. I'm so so sorry and I hope you stay as strong as possible to get through today.