It was a very brief time, but I enjoyed every moment I was able to share with my little one. The hopes and dreams that were instilled, the planning and the excitement that seemed so contagious with my friends and family. And then it was like a bubble floating into a needle, and suddenly it was just gone. All gone without a trace, but for my broken heart. During that short time, I imagined what my baby would be like. Wondering who it would look like more. I wondered who it would grow up to be. My baby was real, with a potential future. My baby. You know, there are a few things I really hate hearing in concern to this: It was probably for the best, or It just wasnt your time. It will happen, or even It just wasnt meant to be. Do you know how tactless that is? It was best that my baby, albeit a very tiny baby, died? That all I want is to be a mother, and its just not time? But I feel like Im ready, so why wouldnt it be time? And if it wasnt meant to be, then why did I get pregnant in the first place? Why was it meant to be that I endure this pain? During the short time I was pregnant, I immediately fell in love with this tiny person growing inside me, and I wanted to give it everything I had to offer. Now I feel cheated of that. Yes, I can try again for another baby, but that doesnt dilute the love I felt for this one.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 00:40:56 +0000
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