Today was my due date for baby Julie. Kyle and I will never forget that little baby girl we never got to hold. Both of our miscarriages took a little piece of my heart away. I don't hurt like I used to because now there is so much joy and excitement. I feel Charlie moving every day and life is amazing. But when I think about baby Jules and wonder who she would have been, it still makes my heart ache. I think the poem below says it best.
Angel of my Tears
How do you love a person
who never got to be,
or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live.
When there's nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain.
And then like yours, it's done.
I love you, my little baby,
just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
the Angel of my tears.
~Author Unknown.
Praying for you!
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