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4 years ago I was pregnant…

4 years and 1 day ago, I was not.

This doesn’t get any easier.  As much as I’ve said, “We’re done, no more babies for us, I can’t do it again” there was always this little whisper that said, “you will…”  We tried this summer, and it didn’t happen, and now as hard as I try to hear that whisper, it’s not there.

 4 years, and I still feel the shock, the pain, the anguish, a sadness that wrings me dry of tears and envelopes me so fully that every heart beat hurts…

 

Dear baby boy,
I’m sorry.
Love,
Momma