We never know the love of a parent until we become one ourselves.
So I fell in love, again but this time, at first sight.. This little boy decided to be a preemie but thankfully need not live the life of one. At 35 weeks + 2 days, we welcomed him into this world on 4/1/20. ❤
For whatever that happened, which is still a mystery, I’m thankful that you’re ok, my little one. Mama cried seeing your heartbeat and to learn that you’re still there. Thank you for not leaving us, even though I’ve already accepted the fact that you have. ❤
Came across this while googling 1001 things to read about miscarriages, chemical pregnancy and what’s not and I felt I could totally relate to the writer: https://www.self.com/story/early-miscarriage-not-lucky
