“The day after she turned seven months old, we took her home from hospital again. I didn’t realize this at the time, but this was the day she smiled at me for the last time.”
“We must manage, oversee, and parent our children’s social media use.”
The one-and-a-half-year-old was alone.
“Over and over I sobbed into Tony’s neck, ‘I’m so sorry.’ I carried her. I should have kept her safe. What did I do wrong? Did I sleep on my back? Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that lunchmeat. Why didn’t I make my doctor induce that morning?”
“When we got ready for the ceremony. My sister put on her wedding jewelry, and in a split second, I saw her turn, and I swiped her gold necklace. On her WEDDING DAY. I pawned it, and knew I was good for another day.”
“I felt paralyzed. ‘What does that even MEAN?!’ She’s right there in front of me!! She’s inside of me! How DARE you tell me that! She’s RIGHT THERE! I SEE her!!'”
“It was 3:44 a.m. I remember walking to the door and seeing a woman standing through the window. I thought it was Ashlyn. As I got closer, I realized it was a woman and a man, both in suits with badges. They were there to tell me my baby had died.”