My child

“I’m sorry, Mrs Black. We can’t detect a heartbeat.”

In that one moment, my world falls away. The air leaves my body in a pained rush. The brutal reality of the situation hits me.

My baby is dead before it even had a chance to be born.

My child, gone.


This piece is inspired by Vincent Mars Daily Post Writing Challenge to write a story in fifty words or less.

Dedicated to baby K. Rest in peace, little one.

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14 responses to “My child

  1. So sad. The worst words an expectant mom can hear. Very powerful.

  2. Very sad. And so many mothers go through this. I have a friend that lost her baby soon after being born.

    • Thank you for your comments, Staci.

      This was a hard piece for me to write but I felt the need to express the emotions of recent events. I wasn’t sure whether the brevity of the piece made the emotional impact a little too brutal.

  3. So few words but a huge impact. Very sad.

  4. Heartrending. This was my worst fear when my wife was pregnant.

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