To be honest, most of our time in the hospital looked more like this. Not like our posed pictures where we pasted smiles on our faces. In case some of you were thinking… “Why were they smiling in pictures with Maisie?” I’ll let you in on a secret. I was kind of thinking the same thing. But you know what is weirder than smiling in a picture with your dead baby? Crying in or for a picture. I had to do a lot of things I didn’t want to do after I learned Maisie’s heart stopped beating. I didn’t ever want to have to take pictures with my child who was no longer alive, but I had to because I never got a picture with her when she was alive outside the womb. So I knew it would be important to have pictures with Maisie with smiles on our faces. Of course we were sad. Sad beyond belief. But for the sake of memories, which is what we are left with, we bucked up and smiled for pictures with our beautiful baby girl. We masked our pain for the time being, because we didn’t have time to wait for the pain to pass. In the grand scheme of things we had basically no time with Maisie. So we had to make do with the time we had. But you can bet your butt we used up all the tears we had in that time, and much more.
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