Something was missing though. Answers to questions I didn’t know. Traits I could not claim. Family history unknown to me.
My ‘first born to me’ yet the fourth child I have been privileged to love as my own.
My Dad is amazing. Simple as that.
I always wanted her to be my best friend, my confidant, my safe place...
I’m not sure what hurts more...
Have you ever looked at a picture and been so overwhelmed with emotion that your heart literally ached?
I wanted a boy. At the time, I already had one boy, so I knew what to expect. But that was not really the reason.
Pregnancy really played a tole on my mental health. Since high school, I’ve been roughly the same weight. When the extra pounds started coming I got in a mental funk.
Those 40 weeks crept by, especially in the moment. I gained 41 lbs over those 40 weeks. (Wow, a pound a week! -- Yikes!)
One conversation that held so much weight. So much hurt. So much sadness.