It’s all starting to feel like a dream. My pregnancy. Giving birth. Maya’s life. Her death. All of it. It doesn’t even feel like any of it happened. Was Maya even real? I have all of her things and pictures of her everywhere, but I’m starting to forget her. I feel like she’s fading away from me. That’s probably the hardest thing so far. I want to forget the pain but I don’t want to forget my baby. Even though every memory and picture of her hurts, I can’t stop thinking about her. At least she’s still alive in my head and my heart.