I want you to know how much I loved you. And how hard I fought to save you. Everyone tells me how strong I am, but I’ve never felt so weak. How do I keep from breaking down when I see a mother holding her child? Or when the cravings make me smile and touch my belly, only to suddenly remember? How do I move past the pain when everything I see reminds me that you’re gone? And everything inside tricks me into believing you’re still here?