March 6 1815 is a miserable — a horrible day — for Mary Godwin. Her baby, born twelve days earlier, dies. The baby may have died from phlegm in the throat, suffocating in the night. The baby has not been given a name.
Mary is overcome with grief, and writes to Thomas Hogg to come to her:
My dearest Hogg my baby is dead—will you come to see me as soon as you can. I wish to see you—It was perfectly well when I went to bed—I awoke in the night to give it suck it appeared to be sleeping so quietly that I would not awake it. It was dead then, but we did not find that out till morning—from its appearance it evidently died of convulsions—Will you come—you are so calm a creature & Shelley is afraid of a fever from the milk—for I am no longer a mother now.
She writes in her journal, not mentioning Shelley, as follows:
Monday, March 6. — Find my baby dead. Send for Hogg. Talk. A miserable day. In the evening read Fall of the Jesuits. Hogg sleeps here.
(Image above is Silence by Henry Fuseli.)