God, that’s the ultimate nightmare scenario. Fucking up so bad it costs the life of your child, and it seems like no one will understand how you could have fucked it up and you’re too overwhelmed with guilt and sadness to not defend yourself but to try to make people understand how this could have happened. You’re no longer you to yourself, you’re the monster responsible for your childs death. There’s no way I could live with myself after that, though I do have suicidal thoughts at the drop of a hat