My beautiful daughter should be turning three tomorrow.
She was born still in 2013.
I can't believe three years have passed. I feel like everyone wants me to 'shut the fuck up about the dead baby already - you have another one now.'
She was so beautiful and perfect. She had a rosebud pout, a button nose and enormous hands and feet. I was so proud when she was born, even though she was born silently. I just want the world to know she existed and was wonderful and magical. She would get really active when I took baths or listened to music - she could kick really hard. I loved being pregnant with her and am so glad I got that opportunity. I think (hope) she's made me a better person but I wish we could have kept her.
My beautiful star girl.