[ WP ] Within a year of birth every parent receives a small gift or note from their 18yo child via time travel . You do n't .

From the first wails of my precious baby I was filled with unimaginable love. I just wanted to hold her forever. Her cute little button black eyes, and little hands that could barely fit around my finger were just perfect. 
 
 I couldnt wait to take her home and watch her grow, and be there for every milestone. But right from the moment of her birth I was really anxious to receive a letter or gift from her future self, usually the letters came within minutes of birth, but they said it could take up to a year to arrive. The letter did not arrive within the first few days at the hospital but I wasnt worried, I knew it would come eventually. It just had to come eventually! 
 
 Taking my beautiful girl home was wonderful, I could finally have some privacy with just her and my husband, no nurses rushing around me, taking her off me for her baths. No other little babies crying, it was just me, my husband and her now. 
 
 There was a lovely welcome home party. Everyone was all smiles and so excited to meet the new member of the family. People are all so friendly when you have your first child, they like to give tips on how to keep the baby happy, and buy you all sorts of baby stuff that you couldnt even imagine buying. The attention was all so warm and welcoming and made me feel truly at home again after a long few days at hospital. Thank god there wasnt that smell of disinfectant anymore, it was giving me a headache! And no more flourescent lights lit up at obscene hours of the night. 
 
 The sun began to set and the sky looked more beautiful than ever. The colours so vivid. Everything seemed perfect in that moment. People all started leaving. It was sad that the day passed so quickly but I so badly needed some sleep. 
 
 I gave my beautiful little girl her night feed and put her to sleep, the sweet lullaby played above her bassinet and the night light glowed dimly giving the new nursery a nice blue hue. 
 
 I quickly drifted off to sleep and had a restful, dreamless night. I opened my eyes lazily and then was quickly jolted awake because of the quietness. It was already light, my little girl would be hungry, why isnt she crying? Why didnt she wake me up for a bottle in the night? I instantly knew something was wrong. 
 
 I run to her nursery, right next to the bedroom. At first she looks so peaceful sleeping, but I know something is wrong. I go to pick her up and notice she is so cold. She's not breathing! I hear a scream, and then realise it came out of my own mouth, a chilling horrified scream. 
 
 `` Whats wrong?'' Cries my husband as he runs into the room. 
 
 `` Call 911'', I scream, tears now rolling down my face. I know its already too late, my little girl is gone. 
 
 The rest of the day is a blur, the ambulance comes, the sirens blaring, but they seem so far away. The paramedics try CPR but really I know that they know there is no hope, I could see it in their eyes. As soon as they saw her I could see the sorrow in their eyes. We go to the hospital, the doctor just shakes his head, says it was SIDS, theres nothing anyone could have done. 
 
 Almost 18 years later and I still mourn for my little girl, tomorrow would have been the day she would have written her letter to me, but she never got the chance.
