10 years ago, I was 29.
10 years ago, I was 5 1/2 months pregnant with a very, very wanted child.
10 years ago, I went into the hospital on Hubs' birthday with a suspected case of food poisoning.
It wasn't food poisoning.
10 years ago today, in the 3 o'clock hour, Hubs and I found out that the much wanted child that I was carrying had died. She would be born in the early morning of January 29.
Today, we remember 10 years ago and the baby that we never got to know.
Because of this day, a leaf still hangs on our wall. A leaf for Bailey.
2 comments:
Oh honey. I'm so very sorry. Time dulls those edges, but doesn't make it any easier.
No it doesn't. Thanks for the love. Bad day. You understand those, I know.
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