This was our year. Friday would have been my last day of work cause I would have taken all my vacation time for this year. My countdown to delivering my miracle baby was going to start. After four years of failed fertility treatments and crying and hoping, we got there naturally. The closer I get to February 6th the less I can breath.
My friend gave birth last month. I've been avoiding social media, because as happy as I am for her, it's a constant reminder of what I've lost and can never get back.
Doesn't matter how many games I play, movies I watch or organizing I do to busy my mind. Everything always reminds me of him and I'm reduced to a sobbing mess.
How can I move forward without him? My perfect little being. If I could turn back time I would be able to tell them to take him out the same day my water broke. I'd be able to tell them how keeping him in was the risk not taking him out of me. But I can't. I'm trapped in this reality. Without the love of my life. My son. My Luke.

I’m so sorry :( I lost my son Parker at 40 weeks pregnant 1 year ago. Your luke will forever be your angel. There’s no words that I can give you that will make you feel even slightly better. But know in time you will be ok. I am sending you all the love I can