Its been 3 weeks. My son died on the morning of the 26th of October 2018, 5 months. I'm fed up with this feeling of loss. I can't stop blaming myself for having lost him. I woke up one morning and put him between my bed and the baby bay and went downstairs to sleep. I hadn't slept in many months, since the husband left the house and did not support me enough with the baby. I was left as a single mom and the job was very hard on me. I went downstairs for an hour to come back "re-energised"…