Today I remember…
My excitement at each positive pregnancy test.
How I told my husband I was pregnant.
All of the plans I made for each baby who was never meant to walk the earth.
The anticipation of the first appointment, and then the nerves for the following pregnancy’s appointments.
The incredibly heartbreaking power of the sentence “I’m sorry, there’s no heartbeat”.
The look on my husband’s face the first time we heard that sentence.
The physical pain of each miscarriage, followed by the emotional turmoil.
The thought that I may never become a mother to a living child.
The fear of trying again only to face the same fate.
That if I had never lost my three babies, baby A would not be in my arms today.
Today, and every day, I remember my three angel babies, and I am grateful and thankful that I carried them for their short lives. I also remember all of the beautiful babies who were taken from our arms too soon.