I lost my baby.

I was supposed to have my son on January 17 but he was born in October - at 22 weeks. His lungs weren’t developed enough and he didn’t make it. All I ever wanted was a baby boy. And now he’s gone. It’s been over a month and I still cry thinking about him. I miss him. <br><br>My husband wrote a poem for him. <br><br>“22 weeks in your mother’s womb <br>But in our hearts you’ll never be gone <br>The world may not know you, but we do <br>And we will never forget you. <br><br>We named you Leo, that name is yours <br>In our hearts you will forever soar <br>You may not have lived, but you lived in us <br>Forever loved, forever missed, forever remembered”