Miscarriage

To my child,

I can’t help but to think what kind of person you’d be or if I’d be a good enough mother for you. It hurts me everyday knowing that I lost you. Knowing that I won’t be able to hold you in my arm or see your first steps. All I want is to make this family of 2 into 3 and I failed. Not only did i fail you. I failed your father. My body rejected something so beautiful but I guess god had other plans for you. What keeps me sane is the fact your up there with the best people I know. Grandma, grandpa, pop, nanny, Aunt ka, Uncle Tony, Ashlee And many many more. I know you’re in good hands kid. Till next time.

Love,

Mommy