It’s crazy to think how one little test can change a person forever. It took me 3 years to conceive, but it took a split second for me to fall in love with you. I didn’t even get to pick out a name. I didn’t even get to guess what you could be. It’s a hard reality when it all comes to an end and there is nothing you can do but feel the pain. Devastation doesn’t even sum up the feeling of emptiness that consumes you when these kinds of tragedies happen. I was supposed to be your mom. I was supposed to protect and love you. How is it that nothing seems to make the ache any easier? I should be planning a 3rd birthday right now but all I’m doing is missing you and wishing things would have been different. April is always a hard month for me. In the end I imagine that if you were here right now you’d be a bubbly little girl with a million dollar smile. Yet all I have is the emptiness. I hate laying in bed late at night trying to piece together my scattered thoughts…Can April be at an end already?
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