My baby

I think guilt rushes over you at the most unexpected of times. To look down at my belly and think that only last week my baby was in there. Not anymore, theres no taking it back. There's never ending 'what if's' and a huge different future, gone now. I wonder what it would have been like next Christmas, to be spending money on my baby's presents, cute tiny santa suits, and my own family. Tiny little hands and tiny little feet. A babies smell. My baby. Our baby. It probably was the right thing to do, but there's always what if's.