I don’t want to live the 25th July 2015 ever again.



13 Dec 2014 was the day I stepped into the newest and most amazing phase of my life. My husband and I had no limit to the happiness of our news. 



I counted and enjoyed each and every day of my pregnancy. I still feel the first kick of our cutest little family member who never opened his eyes in the world.



It was the day I completed our 36th week. I rushed to the doctor as he had not made a single movement since morning. During the scan I came to know that his heartbeat stopped. My dream of a complete family was shattered. 



My husband was not in town on that day. He was driving on his way back home when I came to know about the loss. I did not tell him about the loss to avoid giving any shock while driving. I kept myself strong till he reached home early in the morning at five o’clock and broke into tears when he arrived.



I was induced the very next day and on 30th July I gave birth to my first baby boy. I held him in for 10 minutes. Those 10 minutes were the most memorable 10 minutes of my life.



He was a beautiful baby with hands and feet exactly like mine. His beautiful hair, his warmth are unforgettable. He gave me a feeling of being a mother so I am thankful. Destiny has a better plan for me.



I am giving myself time to recover from the loss and prepare myself to be hopeful again. I hope meditation will help.



May you rest in peace my unborn son. Wherever you are, I just want to tell you that your dad and I miss you and you will always be alive in our hearts.

Anjali Sharma, India