Four years ago, I lost a big part of myself in a tiny little being. Our little one was born at 14 weeks as a "late miscarriage". I knew the second she was born and I could hear myself crying without feeling it. They brought her to me and I held that tiny body in one hand. I believed with all that I was that there would be a miracle before she came, yet she came anyway. It was a placenta abruption, which I also had with my son the next year. I knew in my heart that she was a little girl and now I have a little girl named Maggie, but somehow she occupies a different place in my heart. I have to create new dreams for Maggie and not try to replace her for Selah. I am at a loss.
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