brokenmomy

About Me

my nightmares are plagued by these words... i cant escape them.We cant find a heartbeat. Im sorry, your baby is gone. I should be suffering from exhaustion, smelling like poop and elbow deep in diapers. I should be nursing my baby and smelling his head, and remembering his smile when he wakes up. I should be so many things right now all of them involving the constant cycles of tasks of being a mother.Logan was my every breath...