My Facebook memories kindly reminded me this morning that this day, last year, we announced our pregnancy to the world, after telling both sets of parents, and my step son. Little did we know, the joy we all felt would be so short lived, as just in a few days, less than a week, my waters would break far to prematurely, and my baby girl would die.
As the year of her birth comes, I have found myself really, really struggling. I cry literally all of the time. I don't want to do or see anyone. I can feel myself retreating back to how I was when we first lost her. My heart is breaking all over again and grief just overwhelms me. I'd do anything to have my baby. To hold her again.
Of course, writing that last sentence is ironic, as when I last held her, she was lifeless. But I got to hold her. To kiss her. To feel her close to me. Oh, how I just want my baby.
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