Ripping the final bandaid

Two weeks ago today I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl. This was suppose to be a joyous day for me and my husband but instead we knew that our little girl we had been looking forward to for 8 months had already died. Today was the day we were going to induce and have her. So we were 2 weeks from realizing our dream. A lot has happened in the last two weeks and I finally feel like today I have ripped that final bandaid.  That is a term David and I came up with when we had to deal with something we didnt want to and knew would be painful but knew was absolutely necessary and had to be done. Nobody likes ripping off bandaids because it hurts but we also know that it has to be done and the quicker the better. In the last 2 weeks we have had to tell our family that Olivia had passed, make the decision on when to deliver her, decide what we wanted to do as far as burial or cremation, I had to acutally deliver her, go to the funeral home, open up her bedroom, and the list goes on. This is something that I would never wish on anyone else. In one single moment our lives were forever changed and will never be the same.