The past few weeks have been up and down. I've been thinking about you a lot. Missing you. Crying for you. Remembering you always.
I knew February would be hard.
I sat in church today and realized we probably would have been meeting you in 6 days or so. I probably would have had gestational diabetes and, given my experience with your brother and sisters' births, would have been induced early. You weren't due until the 20th.
I should be meeting you next week, though.
But I'm not.
But not here.
And it all feels so wrong.
I'm so happy that you're getting a little brother, but he'll never get to meet you either.
It's always sweet to feel him kicking and squirming in my belly, but then I remember that you're not there.
That I never felt you move.
And it's JUST. SO. HARD.
Feeling happy feels wrong at times, because I'm sad, too. I'm not replacing you. I'm not forgetting you. But there is so much good to be happy about, too. God has really blessed our family. You would have loved being with us.
And we would have loved so much to have you.
And I'll never understand why.
But I am thankful for the way God has used you, even though you were never here. He's used you to help me help others who have little ones in Heaven, too. He's used you to remind me to enjoy every single second I get with your siblings. He's used you to remind me to lean on Him.
And without you, we probably wouldn't have this little guy I'm carrying now. And I'm sure God has big plans for him, too.
I'll never forget this pain.
But I'll also never forget the joy you brought me and your daddy.
You will forever be loved.
So, I'll let the waves of grief come again as we approach your due date, because you were a life worth mourning.
Missing you always, little one.