Me and my boyfriend were just celebrating (June 9) Because, he had just asked me to marry him. He spendt the night that night cause I went to the hospital earlier that week. At 3 A.m. June 10. I stopped breathing. Zach, my boyfriend, didn't notice until he went back into bed from getting a drink. He called 911 and I was rushed to the ER. At 7:08 A.m. I lost my magic baby.
He/She was my magic baby because, he/she gave me life. I was rushed to the hospital 5 times before I lost my baby. I would have problems breathing. Or I was throwing up blood. Or I was bleed down there. But, somehow in all of that. MY baby was okay. Untill that day.
Now, I go to counseling every Tuesday. Me and my boyfriend are still together, getting through it. We fight because I take it out on him. Or I don't like talking about it. Or he doesn't. But, My magic baby is looking at me.