My spring baby, the one I lost in September would be full term this week. If born today he/she could have thrived, not just survive. But instead my body killed my spring baby and he/she will neither thrive nor survive.
Even as I near the halfway point (3 more weeks) with Sprout the ghosts of babies and pregnancies that should have been haunt me. Will it never stop? Will I never wake up without the feeling that I’m missing something important? How will I ever be able to explain to this baby that they aren’t really #1, they’re really #7?