It’s hard to not think about how different everything would be if I was getting ready to give birth. My daughter would be so excited to be a big sister. I would be starting all over. But she would be so happy to finally have a sibling.

What if that was my last chance to give her one?

I know I would have loved them like I love her.

I don’t know how I would’ve made it work, but I did with her, why couldn’t I do it again.

I feel empty.

I’m scared that they will never come back.