It took me 4 hours but I finaly gave birth to my tiny baby. My first one I could not find as hard as I tried to be careful to catch him/her when it came out but I lost my first down a toilet and is gone, this time I used instead cups and I caught the tiny baby sack and all. I bought a very nice box to use for burial it said "beautiful souls are never forgotten" but as my DH and I were looking at our loss I had a thought that maybe some one could study the baby and see what went wrong, I spent literaly hours serching, calling, arguing trying to get some one, any one to care. I was told "mam m/c happen all the time if we studdied every one of them that is all we would be doing and we would not get around to doing any thing else!) How that man does not have a black eye right now I dont know. I am so proud of myself for not hurting him the way he was talking about my child.  I finally did find a doc to care, other than knowing my babies were dead the next hardest thing I have ever done in my life was to turn loose of that little baby on a spoon wrapped in plastic wrap lying in a bag of ice. I handed over my child to be sliced and diced in hopes that maby they can see what went wrong even at such an early stage and they will not return his/her remains to me for burial. I kissed the plastic bag my child was in, said "good buy, I love you," and watched them walk away with my very little one. I cant even put into words how my heart hurts right now. My DH says I am not fit to be a mother because I let my emotions controle me. I cant help it I love children and I cant stand it when bad things happen to them.