When I lost my baby I felt that a piece of me was being ripped apart. That piece will never be in place so I will never be complete. I never loved so much in my life and I've never felt so impotent for not being able to protect what I most loved. I still remember the night I found out she was inside my belly and I feel honoured to have carried her in it. I keep crying and telling her I'm sorry I couldn't make her see the world, smell the flowers and feel the morning sun beams in her face. I would have loved to hold you in my arms and see your smile.
Today I miss her lots lots lots. I don't care how taboo miscarriages can be, I still want to tell the world I carried her in my belly and it was the happiest time of my life.
I will always love her and she will always be my baby.