The sky was grey. The grass had been steeped in water all night. And there before us was a rectangular hole in the ground with a small cloth wrapped box in front of it.
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Losing your baby once is hard enough, having the hospital lose your baby is a completely other thing.
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The dark ceiling at night has become my enemy. It doesn’t just stare down at me, the darkness, the void sucks me in. It tortures me. Pretends to lull me to sleep, only to stab me in the heart and remind me that my baby boy, my precious son, is no longer with me. I
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