So, here we are on the other side of two years. You would think I would be over the little things, the surprises that cause the wound to flare up again, but I'm not.
A little girl on TV, about the age you would have been, named Layla. Spending time with a cousin that was born on your due date.
My mother in law and I were going through fabric weeks ago, and she held up a little unfinished dress and told me she thought it would fit an 18 month old girl. My heart twisted in on itself, and that instinctual mother in me, the one who has still not quite reconciled with the fact that I don't actually have an 18 month old daughter, was confused for just a split second before it all settled in again. No little girl to put in dresses.
She is here in my heart, but she is not here. It still feels wrong, sometimes. I still wish I could have both my babies.
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Born silently into this world on January 9th, 2009. A tiny girl who changed everything without ever taking a breath.
Layla's name from the Names in the Sand memorial site
Layla Wren
Born silently into this world on January 9th, 2009. A tiny girl who changed everything without ever taking a breath.
Always Remembered
Layla's name from the Names in the Sand memorial site
This Place
This is an outlet for the thoughts, the memories that swim in my head at every moment. This is a place to tell my story. This is a way to share my pain with others who have been there...or not. This is a window into my journey as I rediscover who I am and what I am becoming after the loss of my first child.
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