Today is my due date - or would have been, had I not had a miscarriage. I was kind of dreading the day as it approached, but I’m not as upset as I thought I was going to be, just more contemplative. I miss my baby. I really would have liked to have met him, felt him grow inside me, taken care of him and kept him safe while he grew.
But I guess that just wasn’t meant to happen. He would have stayed if he could. I feel in my heart that my baby loved me and knew that I would have been a good mom to him. I can still feel his energy, a very small little light that is with me wherever I go, and I think I always will.
I’m moving forward with my life, getting my heart and my body ready to try to get pregnant again. I’m learning to quiet my mind and find peace with the path that I am on. But I will never forget my baby, the hope and joy he brought me, or the sadness I felt at his loss.
I will never forget.
