I will never forget the day that I woke up to find my 19 day old son deceased in my bed. SIDS crept into my home like a thief in the night and stole my joy, my security and the love of my life. I feel broken and alone. I rarely speak of him because I can barely handle the thought of being without him. I have three other children that I function through each day with but I long for his presence in my life. I long to see him grow and be a part of us. I am never complete. I hurt worse than my words could describe. I just came here to hopefully find some support. forgive me for burdening you all.
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