I find myself here almost every month. I cannot stop counting.
12:01 am, the 6th, again. I cannot sleep, so I weep.
I weep for my babies, and for all of the other babies that I wish were here with the parents and families who are missing them.
10 months, really? I have nothing prepared to do. I have no signs I see. I so badly wanted three filled cribs. All of this hurt comes flooding back. Why? To remind me of how bad it hurts? I already live that, it's my reality everyday, especially when I walk past "their" door, next to mine. This day of each month is the hardest, and I need to remind myself that it's ok. It's ok to still grieve, it's ok to feel however I want to feel. I would like to share a post from Lea, which I found perfect rules to live by.
Missing you always baby girls. Maybe in the morning I will be more inspired and refreshed to think of something to do for you on your 10 month angelversary. Love you xo
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