Hazel's death seems so hard right now. I want my baby. I want Hazel.
There is not one place I can go without being reminded of my little one.
There is not one person I can talk to without thinking of my little one.
There is no book to read.
There is no show to watch.
There is no song to hear.
Everything makes me think of Hazel.
It's all "before Hazel died" and "after Hazel died".
I feel as if I'm split in half.
This is going to be so very much harder than I try to convince myself it is.
Every day for the rest of my life I will the mother of a dead child.
I will miss Hazel every single day forever.