I'm sorry for all of you losses and my loss is a little unique in that my baby was born early at 26 weeks and lived 2 whole healthy weeks she breathed on her own and then died of a illness in her intestines two days after Easter in 2009.  I chose to take my baby of life support and it was a choice made out of love.  My baby died in my arms in the breast feeding room listening to the song she would dance to in my tummy. Everyday I go through motions that seem to give others the impression that I doing great I have a 4.0 GPA in Med school and I am a leader in Girl & boy scouts.  But there never was a time for me to show how bad inside I'm hurting.  In the fear that my other children will be upset, or people might feel I'm crazy.  I tried to go to a grief group and a woman called me a murderer for taking my baby off life support.  I chose to fight when she got sick we tried everything I said I will fight as long as she wants to keep fighting but when her body gave up and she said in her eyes mommy im in pain and I'm tired I said ok and to go be with Jesus.  The doctor kept saying we are doing all you can but your baby is in the process of dying and I prayed with her and told them to take everything off her and I will hold her at first I was scared too because I knew it was time to say goodbye, but I did not shed a tear.  i told her I would see her again and how much I loved her and so sorry I was.  An she gasped too times and I jumped then the doctor came in the room and said she had passed in my arms.  I just want my baby back....just for a moment.