Jaya,
Your story is powerful, beautiful, tragic... there is so much in it, so much you haven't written that comes through between your words.
Reading this:
"I immediately ask about the baby and no one will tell me anything. I say “You aren’t supposed to tell me, are you?” And it is then after I ask again, that someone tells me what I already know. It isn’t good, they say. I don’t know how… if they told me specifically or if I knew…"
Is what made me cry. When I woke in recovery after my c-section almost the same exchange took place. I just knew. There's no way you can't. Even with my newborn son so far from me I was still connected to him, and I knew he was gone before anyone came to tell me.
When I got in the car and drove home out of the hospital the radio was playing, "Don't fear the reaper". It actually made me smile; it was like this bizarre dose of irony. I didn't fear his death, I just knew
I am sorry: for all the words that won't be enough and for the pain that will be there forever. I'm sorry that you know this pain, too.