My Darling Baby,
I’m sorry this took me so long to write. People have told me that time heals wounds and that things get easier. Although losing you hurts less now, I think of you every single day.
In my heart, I know you are a boy. My little man. They told me that you weren’t able to be born because you weren’t perfect. I disagree. You are a perfect little soul and feel your presence all around me.
We only shared tissue, blood and a heart for a short time. I’m also sorry for this. In the beginning, I thought I had done something wrong or that I didn’t deserve you. I know now that you were just too sensitive for this time. Too pure. Too innocent.
Your sisters are amazing. They are curious, sweet and very compassionate. All of the traits I know you would have shared. When they get older, I’ll tell them all about their little brother that just wasn’t able to be born. I know they will love and care for your spirit as much as I do.
As much as I questioned everything that took place during those months, I know you fought and struggled to be born. My little fighter. I will never forget this part of your soul.
In my heart, I believe we will meet again and that we’ve been connected many times over. You are a part of me in so many ways. My heart aches to hold you again. I will never forget you, my love.