July 1, 2016 — the absolute worst day of my life to date. You see, this was the day we had to do the impossible. Somehow, a short five days after giving birth, my husband and I had to hold our baby boy in our arms while his medical team ripped the life support from his frail, little body.
This was supposed to be the last day I would ever get to feel his touch, kiss his skin, and embrace his little being. Bluntly put, Karter was supposed to die.
I haven’t talked much about this day, or the days to follow. Truthfully, it’s too painful. In some ways we seem so far from that very dark period of our life, and I’d like to keep it that way.
Read more on themighty.com