Yesterday, my darling daughter was 10. She is my only child.
She was one of twins, but her sister died in situ at 17 1/2 weeks.
I look at my beautiful girl and some days my heart feels like it is going to break in two.
She sometimes says she is lonely, and has always wanted a brother or sister, and we did try to give her that (three more attempts after her, but they all failed).
I miss the baby i never got to hold, got to know. so much. I think of how different our lives would have been, with the two of them. I drive myself almost crackers sometimes, thinking about what could have been.
Then i remind myself how lucky i am. I have a daughter to hold, to hug, to love, to nurture.
It feels wrong, somehow, to feel sad. But i miss the child that never got to be, does that make sense.
I hear her talking, sometimes in her sleep, and i know who she is talking to. I feel her sister here sometimes. I tell her out loud how much we love her, and that we wish things had been different, and she had got be with us too.
Birthday is always hard for me.
Im going to stop now, before i drown in my tears, but gosh i miss that little girl and all the things she might have been.