“A terrible regretful choice.
When asking the doctor, 'What does the BABY look like?’ he replied, 'It's just a blob of marshmallow fluff'. Years later I saw a picture of the perfectly formed tiny child in that 'marshmallow fluff’. If I had only heard my own words: 'the BABY' - 'the BABY'- if had been shown pictures, done an ultra sound...heard the TRUTH.
Now, my children are without a brother, my parents without a grandchild, my husband and I without a son, the world without an angel. Who knows who he was.” -Toni
