I'm sort of hitting out here but here goes. When our daughter Sophie was born my husband held our beautiful little girl but can't bring himself to look at the photos. Sophie had a bit of a traumatic birth she came out arm and legs together and had to be pushed back to come out properly so my little angel was a bit bruised and had a dislocated shoulder. By the time her photos were taken she was very bruised but I look at her and I can see what she would have been and I find peace with them. Why can't he?
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