At family dinner, i said: “i’m about to give birth…

chin, my closed eyes. She looked like she was sleeping. Hi, Mabel,” I whispered. “I’m your mama. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.” Caleb touched her face. “She’s beautiful,” he said through tears. We held her for 43 minutes. They took photos, footprints, a lock of her hair. “3 minutes, the only 43 minutes I would ever have with my daughter.continue reading …