It’s been a week since I lost my baby… I have to go on. Time will not awaits me. I need to catch up with my life right now.
Last night, my husband gone back to his workplace. I am gonna be left alone AGAIN. I cry and I cry whenever I remember my baby.
I hate being left alone here. When I am alone, it just keep getting into my head. My baby. My baby. And I will start crying again.
Oh God…please give me a strength to face all this. Amin….
March 3rd, it is the most saddest day of my life. why is that? I lost some1 that I want so much….I lost that person who never come back to this world forever.
I lost my BABY. I got miscarriage at around 1:45 am. Why does it happen to me? Why? Why? I love that baby so much. I hope for that baby so much. But, even the doctor can’t save my baby… :’(
Nobody understand how I feel about it…. Because I am the one who experience it. And its my baby. That baby is a boy. And He only live for 22 weeks. 5 more weeks to survive. :’(
I have to stop crying and hope for the new one to come. But, I can’t stop. My tears keep coming out. I lost all my hope to survive in this world. Maybe not my *rezeki anyway. But, what hurt me the most is some1 is happy about it. And I don’t like it.
He’s been buried this morning on March 3rd around 9-10 am. I want to come and see, but I don’t think I am strong enough to see. He’s been given a name. His name is Mohamad Ali. Nice name right? My first baby is Siti Aishah. My second one who is a boy and my third one don’t have a name because they are too small. All of them are miscarriage… :’(
I want a baby so much right now. Hopefully I got that *rezeki next time. Its god willing. :’(
