Only one so far...
My miscarried son. The girl and me made a baby- turns out birth control pills fail with anti-depressants- and we were both starving students but thought to make a go of it. Anyway five months on the water breaks and we all rush to the hospital for hours and hours of labor and tension, the baby barely alive but holding on.
Well eventually I guess it got to be too much for the little guy and he died soon after birth. I saw him. He was thin.
I still feel bad because I didn't want a child. I didn't want him to not live, though, either.
My father died yesterday, on the other end of the continent. I think by the time I get there the body will no longer be viewable. I'm a little out of sorts, sorry about the whining.
(douchebarge, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 1:04, 1 reply)

I'm so
so so very sorry.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 5:09, closed)