They had to induce labor and I had to give birth to my dead baby Thursday cause there was no longer a heartbeat. I can’t even begin to explain the hurt I feel as I’m typing this.. every morning I cry and I cry throughout the day and cry myself to sleep.. I just started eating but I’m never actually hungry.. I pray when I wake up it was a bad dream. Seeing him so lifeless and holding onto his little hand and thinking what could have been. I slept next to him that night while his lifeless body was in a cooler box. I said a prayer praying that god would rap his arms around him as he takes him to heaven.. I torture myself looking at ultrasound pics of him and looking at pics of him.. he had my nose and my lips. He had the fathers ears. Everyone keeps telling me to try to move on by taking little steps or get counseling.. but sulking in my depression is all I want to do.. god it’s so hard to just move one and it makes me sad for quickly the father can move on. My sons name was going to be kyrie and I was so excited to meet him but not like this. People keep telling me I could have more kids but I never want to have kids again or feel like this ever again. The pain is just unbearable.

R.I.P Kyrie Anthony Nguyen 10•22•2020

His bday would have been 03•20•2021