Continuing the worst day

I know Saying goodbye to someone so precious is hard, but unless you have been there you don't understand what is involved not just doctors and medical professionals asking you questions but the police too, collecting your beautiful baby's clothes, last nappy, going to your house to take temperature readings, photographs of where you angel once slept. Your in shock. Overwhelmed with emotion and all this commotion is going on around you. In the bereavement suite I can remember my husband, my mother in law, my father in law, my dad and Sandra, both sisters in law and there partners, helen was there and John and Claire and my little baby Winter was laid in a crib, I don't know how long we stayed but I can remember my last cuddle that day and not wanting to put her down, not wanting to leave that hospital without her. I can remember going back to Chris's parents in the car with dad and Sandra but a lot of after that is a blur. I know I didn't want to answers texts or calls, gemma arrived later that evening. One thing I do remember is trying to go to bed that night, I lay in bed with my husband hold one of winnie's vests and as I let slumber take over I was jolted awake when I swear I heard her cry, we ended up getting out of bed and stayed on the sofa instead, I hardly slept, all I wanted was to have my baby girl in my arms and never feel pain like that again.
This post is short as I end that night and get ready to prepare myself to start thinking back to what comes after that day as it's a long journey that angel parents walk and saying goodbye is just thr start.