Damnit
Well... Nikki's baby girl Aamiyah Lynne Rose was born this am at 21 weeks, 10 oz, 9 inches. She didn't make it. I prayed and prayed and prayed for both of them. A lot of people did. She still hasn't told anyone except for her family. She's in the hosp right this second facing this with her family. I don't care if she knows that I know or not, I'm still praying for her. It's just so awful. I hate that she's feeling and going to continue to feel this pain we all know so well. She's so young too, only 21 yrs old. Not that any age is an ok age to face this. I wish babies didn't die. I wish this pain wasn't real to anyone. I'm so so so so sorry to all of you that have felt this. It's just awful.
Grace's due date is still coming up. I suppose it's been coming up since the day she was conceived. It's just that it's THIS month now. 6*25*10. I would have been uncomfortably pregnant right now and ready at any time for her. I would have been so close to having that unimaginable moment where they lay the crying baby on my chest while I smile in amazement. It's never going to happen for her and I. At least not here on earth. I'm never ever ever going to feel her on my chest wriggling around and cooing. I'm feeling especially whiny today. I know she's always with me, both in my heart and on my dresser. But ...
it's
just
not
enough.
Nothing really new to say about it though. I don't feel like
I need to repeat myself over and over again. You all understand.. you all know my pain. My grief is still here... it's nothing new.
I need to repeat myself over and over again. You all understand.. you all know my pain. My grief is still here... it's nothing new.























