Surviving the grief
The first few weeks after Ava died were filled with some of the deepest grief I have ever experienced. When the surgeons reached inside of me and pulled her out it was as if they removed a piece of me as well. I felt like my guts had been ripped out (literally and figuratively). I cannot describe it any better than to say I just felt empty. My heart and my stomach were a bottomless pit of dark, black, nothingness….