Life was chaotic, but felt like my family was so complete. And then tragically on May 25th 2019 I woke up to find my fiance passed out in the chair and our daughter had slipped between him and the chair and had suffocated in. She was 7 and a half weeks old. It's been over 2 months and the pain has only increased. We both blame ourselves, we feel like we murdered our daughter. It's been so hard to be good parents to our living 2 year old son. I feel like I want to die because the pain is so intense, but I cant die. My son needs me, but I'm also terrified God will take him too. We cant be the only ones who have gone through this and feel this way, are we? Please if you can relate, please reach out.