I opened my calendar and saw the due date of a baby I would never have.
My brain has a built-in clock that measures from the anniversary of both miscarriages. In another reality, today I would have a four-month-old baby.
living with regret
The wrong words spoken are better than the right ones unsaid. Don't let today pass without saying them.
The death of a child doesn't always follow the normal stages of grieving.
As a parent who knows how deeply you loved your child, please know you are not alone.