I'm not sure how to start this post.
My son, Zachary, was delivered December 2nd at 20 weeks due to a placental abruption. His heart was beating until the very end -- he was just too little to live. He was 8 3/4" and 9 oz. and was absolutely beautiful and perfect. We buried him last Wednesday. DD (almost 3) keeps asking for the baby.
I am not sure how I am getting through each day. When does it stop being so raw? When will I stop crying throughout the day? When will the shards of my heart be (somewhat) put together again? When will sleeping and eating feel normal?
I have (unfortunately) been supported in the last week because two of my friends suffered late losses (one at 37 weeks and one at 24 weeks) - the second friend just emailed me this morning that she is pregnant. I appreciate that she emailed me and let me know so I could process on my own, but I feel so cheated. I want to be selfish and have her support but now I don't want to see her. I feel like a terrible person.
Thanks for letting me ramble. Any advice on how to get through each day would be very appreciated.