I have been struggling to have children for about nine years. I moved to Texas in order to put myself through IVF and successfully became pregnant with twins. The happiest time of my life was expecting my son, Dario and my daughter, Layli.
On April 8th, while at my first medical appointment in NYC, I had a medical malpractice, causing me to go into labor. Dario and Layli were only 2 weeks shy of 6 months. April 9th, they were born and April 9th they both passed. Dario passed while in my womb and Layli passed after delivery.
I went through the toughest time in my life. I blamed God. How could you make me wait so long to only take it away so quickly. I was extremely angry. I lost everything without a chance to have anything.
My husband and my family guided me through this time and I got the help needed in order to get back into a livable mind frame. There isn't a day that I don't think of them. That I don't wonder how they would look and act. How my life would have been so different with them in it.
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. That’s how awful the loss is.
Special thank you to Grin Stylez, who turn my dream into a reality.