Stillbirth: The Invisible Loss
I felt sharp, fluttering kicks. Two days later, I was in the ER.
6 min readSep 23, 2020
He would have been eighteen today. We would have had eighteen years of memories, including cold Saturday mornings on the soccer field, late nights finishing up school science projects, nursing heartache over love gone wrong, preparations for prom, and excitement over post-graduation plans. Through the…
