The other day I woke up with mild cramps and I brushed it off like it was brakston hicks contractions. A few hours later my water broke. I was only 20-21 weeks along. By the time I got to the hospital it was too late. I was dialated and "ready" to push. There was nothing that they could do except let me hold my daughter while she died. I think that God is a cruel "being" to let a child die like that. People are saying that it just wasn't ment to be. Her life was supposed to be cut short. I say take my life over any childs any day. I have lived and that tiny child had just enough to say hi and that is it.

How do I cope with this? I really don't know. The greif is over wheming.