The worst part of it all was seeing her, I was a lot further along than what the midwife thought, she plotted me at 6 weeks when the baby looked more 8 and a bit.
I held her for a bit, then I burried her in a flower pot that is sat on my desk at work. I kept all my scan photos, and to be honest it doesn’t ever hit me what I did. I just regret it when I see pregnant women or when I think about it too much.
I couldn’t bring a baby into a world where it’s dad wanted nothing to do with it.