MandyWalker

February 15 was suppose to be the best day of my life but instead it was the worst. My son was born at 1:03am and passed about 9 hours later. I was able to get out of the hospital in time to hold him and say goodbye. My sweet angle passed in my arms after his father and I told him it was ok he didn't need to be in pain. I feel like he waited for me to get to Children's before he let go.
Since his passing I have found it hard to show the love and attention my other son needs and deserves. ...