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There she was, the lifeless body of my 8 week old daughter. I was 19 years old and my son was almost 18 months old and my daughter was 8 weeks old, at this time in my life my whole world was right and everything was right in it. On sept 15 I woke up to someone standing at my bedroom door looking at me, scared I looked over and no one was there it freaked me right out. I looked over at my daughter and I knew something was terribly wrong, since birth Samantha would sleep with her head down on her hands and no matter how many times I would turn her head to the side she would put her face back into her little fists, but according to my doctor she was fine. I was scared to death as I went over to Samantha I put my hand under her arm to roll her over she was blue and Gray she had blood coming out of her nose and her mouth and her tiny body was stiff and cold I leaned over and starting breathing into her nose and mouth trying to bring her back. I knew in my heart and as her mother it was too late. I flew down the stairs called every emergency scenics there was. To be totally honest i don't remember what really happen that morning, I remember trying to breath life into her and I also remember calling someone and i remember my parents but thats all. After the fact I was told I called several people and I was screaming uncontrollability I thought I killed her, i was young and i thought i had given her to much milk or something stupid like that. I remember the police came in and took Samantha to the hospital and i went with my mother and my father took care of my son. I remember being in that little hospital room waiting for the doctor to come in and I was hoping and praying he would tell me he saved my baby girl, but thats not what happen.. he came in and said they were sorry they couldn't save her. I was horrified thats it my life was over right then and right there. 30 seconds after that doctor came in and told me she was dead, I started figuring out ways to kill myself and my son oh then I thought maybe I will just go crazy because I CANT deal with this, the thoughts going through my mind were unreal. I was vomiting I was so upset. They asked if I was to see her I immediately said NO I was petrified not of Samantha just of her death. The door opened of the little private hospital room and in walked my father and my son, him seeing me cry he ran to me and started crying and put his face into my lap. That was the moment I knew right then and right there I have

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