Another night

As day turns into night, that's when I start to feel worse; not in the traditional sense but in every other way.  On December 6th 2010 I gave birth to a baby girl, she weighed 6lb 12oz and I was 37 weeks pregnant.  We called her Scarlett Niamh Wye. She was stillborn.  We found this out on the 2nd December 2010, so I carried her inside me for those days; dead.  Knowing this all the time but still hoping beyond hope that she would be alive when I gave birth to her.  She wasn't.  This is only the start of the story that surrounds our daughter's birth and I'll be adding to it; of course, there has been life since then.  Hard as that had been. Back soon.