I had heard of women and couples who lost their babies but I had never imagined it would have been me.
Never.
It was still hard to grasp that I had lost a child. The pain was there. It still hurt to think about it but when I thought about our little survivor, the pain disappeared.
The doctor couldn't induce early labor because it would hurt the other twin. A few days ago, about a week after I lost Jane, I went into Labour.
"She's in a better place" Eros whispered and kissed the tear running down my cheek. I hugged him and sobbed.
The doctor said it was what was supposed to be Jane. I was humiliated because I couldn't even be a good mother. She was only the size of mango. Her tiny wrinkled skin was pale, almost discolored.
"An Angel The World Doesn't Deserve" was that the pitch white headstone read. Pastel pink and blue sandstones sat in it, making it lighten up the dull graveyard.