... I was 16 weeks pregnant.
... I was blissfully unaware.
I was anxiously awaiting my L’l
Peanut’s first movements. I actually thought that I had felt a flutter
here or there... but no... because this time last year, sometime in my
babe’s 16th week of gestation, her heart stopped beating.
We never found out why.
I wonder all of the time.
No reason?
Really?
There had to be?
A heart doesn’t just stop, does it?
Yes, I guess it does.
Because Claire’s did.
And a precious piece of mine did too.
I miss you Baby Girl.
xo
