I screamed.
Tomas was besides me, holding my hand as I was birthing our unborn daughter. The doctors was telling me to push as much as I could, and I did. It was like hell but such a beautiful moment as well. And there she was.
She wasn't crying.
It was like my heart stopped. I felt numb, and I almost threw up. My still baby being carried out of the hospital room. "NO!" I screamed as tears rushed down my face. And I screamed in disbelief and pain. "You can't take her! NOO!" I cried out. And Tommy was standing behind me. Speechless. But yet he still comforted me. "It's okay. It's okay.." he whispered to me and he put his forehead on mine. "She's gone" I cried out in his arms. "She's really gone" I said "I'm sorry" he said with pain in his voice.
For days I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't talk. And it felt like I didn't breathe. Tommy's brother all visited me every day. To try to get me to feel again. But I still felt numb.
My biggest dream from when I was a little girl, was to become a mother. Yet I lost my baby. My innocent, loving baby. Every night I cried in Tommys arms. And he comforted me, until I eventually fell asleep.
One night I didn't sleep. I couldn't. Not even tears fell out of my eyes. I hadn't talked to anyone ever since I lost my daughter, to a miscarriage.
"𝐼'𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝓂𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹. To me while he held me close. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒.
He said as he kissed my forehead. "I love you" I managed to get out. "Oh baby. I love you to the moon and back. You don't even know" he said as he kissed my forehead again.
"Get some sleep" he said and put me on his chest. And stroke my hair, till I fell asleep.
