Ive been trying to figure out how to put the events of the last few days into words. There is no easy way to say it, and I need time to process it all, so I will be writing more later. The short story is our baby boy was born on Sunday morning 12 weeks early. He weighed 820g and hung on for 3 hours but was too sick and too little to make it . They say he had a silent intrauterine infection, and by the time there were any real symptoms it was too late to save him. We named him Victor, he was the tiniest most perfect little person Id ever seen. He had my nose but the rest was all Dan. I got to hold him after he died, and say goodbye. Dan was in Sweden at the time and got back yesterday, hes been fantastic, and I dont know what Id do without him. I know that somehow we need to move past this, but I cant leave this little baby behind.