On May 29, 2003, I lost my firstborn, Erin Hunter Brandis. She was 20 inches long. She was tall, just like her father. I am petite, but my Jamie is 5'11".
I had the perfect pregnancy. I had very mild incidences of nausea, food cravings, and food aversions. My health and Erin's was perfect throughout. I only gained 12 pounds! But on her due date, there was no heartbeat. I thought I was watching a movie of someone else's life.
It's now October 29, five months to the day since it happened. I feel sad, angry, disjointed emotionally. But I have still kept my sunny outlook. We miss her every day.
I called and emailed a Bay Area support group called H.A.N.D. and they never responded! Talk about rubbing salt in the wound.
I would appreciate any advice or encouragement during this difficult period of our lives.
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