After a LONG day at school I finally got to see my mom she looked rough.
The weekend consisted of going back and forth from the hospital to get food.
On Saturday the nurse asked us if we wanted to see the baby and we said yes. The room was pin drop silent as I held him. I waited for him to reach out and touch me but he didn't. His name was supposed to be Rishab. He was so tiny he weighed only 3 pounds.
Why did god let this happen to us ? We prayed for him to be healthy
After the nurse left some random guy came in and started talking to my parents about funeral homes. I couldn't believe it this was all happening so fast
I don't know how they are going to plan all of this.
After an eventful couple of days it was finally time to go home but before we left the nurse gave me a memory box with al of Rishab's things in them and it's still something I cherish to this day.
After we came home all the emotions we had suppressed came out and my mom and I burst out crying. Looking back at it was a really heartfelt moment.