Yesterday I said hello and goodbye to the strongest little man I've ever met. We found out at our morph scan that our boy had some kind of skeletal dysplasia. They couldn't say which one but many of them involve a lifetime of pain and surgeries and we couldn't let him go through that. We waited for weeks as the scans got worse and sought different opinions, but to no avail.
So our little man was born at 22 weeks yesterday. He lived for 3 hours and 5 minutes. Such a fighter. Handing him back and walking out that door was the hardest thing I have ever done. I miss him so much it hurts.
How do I get through these days? Does this get any better? I have never felt so terrible in my life before.