Faith POV: I felt my muscles relax as the medicine worked its way through my body. My breathing slowed down and my brothers helped me to lay back down in the bed. Dad put his hand on my cheek. I could see the tears glisten in his eyes. "He's really gone?" I asked him. He shook his head yes. "I'm so sorry sweetie." I stared up at the celling and let the tears roll down my face. That's when I noticed that I couldn't feel my baby moving anymore. I immediately brought my hands to my stomach. I felt nothing but emptiness. "The baby?" I said to my parents. They both just shook their heads no. I rolled on my side away from them and curled up into a ball. My husband, my baby. They were both dead. I might as well have been dead too. I silently prayed that God would just take me too. I want nothing more than to be put out of this misery.
