Just Keep Breathing

Stacey Conner Loss 0 Comments

Your baby, that baby that you see right there with the beating heart and the perfect tiny hands and feet, is going to die and no amount of wishing me dead or mute or skipping your appointment or begging for a do-over is going to change that.  Off you go now, the dog needs to be let out.  There are dishes in the sink.  You can’t leave the kids with your friend forever.