This is my little girl May. The trauma of discovering her heart had stopped beating after a routine midwife appointment broke my heart in a way I never knew was even possible. I swear I felt it fracture into a million irreparable pieces. I remember that week more vividly than any other in my life. I could say so much. I am not over it. I have not accepted it. I have not moved through the ‘stages of grief’. I miss my daughter.
I carried a dead baby inside my body and I didn’t know. I gave birth to a dead baby after drugs convinced my body to let her go.
I feel guilt.
Remembering Angel May born at 19 weeks
30th May 2013