I Never Held My Son But I Don’t Regret It One Bit

Farrah S
Farrah S
Nov 4 · 3 min read
Photo credit: Irina Murza via Unsplash

His cause of death was labelled ‘extreme prematurity’. Well, he was born at exactly 5 months gestation, so it was fitting.

The midwife placed him on my hospital bed right beside my leg on a napkin sized blanket, and me and my husband were in awe. He was so small we could literally see his heart beating through his chest. It was so silent in the hospital room, between the 3 of us…

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Farrah S

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BA in Education. Twenty-something. Writer on mental health, wellness, identity and self growth. Life-long student.

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