I keep reliving the entire ordeal in my head every minute of every day. I understand everything people tell me, but it does not matter to me. I want the baby I lost and I hate that I will never get to know him or her. I hate that this happened to my husband, He is an amazing person who wants to be a father so badly. I fell completley empty. Is there any light at the end of the tunnel?
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