8 weeks. A child growing inside me. Unknown gender, unknown how they'd be when they got older. All it takes is a few days to fall in love with someone you've never met. Today, I had the worst news of my life. No heartbeat, no movement, nothing. It was today that so much more hatred towards myself came over. So much pain and heartbreak a new mother could feel. The worst part is I know I'll never forgive myself, I know I'll never forget this child. My baby. At least it's safe, and won't ever have pain. I hope it's not upset with me. I'll always wonder who you would've been. I'll always have you in my heart.
R.I.P my child.
