What I Wish Everyone Knew

I wish everyone knew that this hurt never goes away. We still need support, and I still need to hear my daughters' names. Now, even more than before, I NEED to have her life validated.

I wish everyone knew ....that even though my baby's death was the most painful experience of my life, I am grateful for the pain, and I would still choose to have her even knowing that it would end the same....and I would give anything to cuddle her in my arms again, if only for a brief moment.

I wish everyone knew... that my heart leaps with joy every time someone asks me about my baby.

I wish everyone knew that a baby's age or size at birth or death does not determine how much of a person she was or how much she will be loved or missed.

I wish everyone knew that losing a tiny baby is just as difficult and painful as losing any other child.

I wish everyone knew how much I need to talk about my baby, and how happy it makes me when someone asks about her.

I wish everyone knew the struggle that I go through everyday to answer the simplest questions, like: How many children do you have?

I wish everyone knew it is ok to talk about my loss.

I wish everyone knew that I think of my baby all the time.

I wish everyone knew that I have completely changed because of my experiences.

I wish everyone knew how much I love and miss my baby.
I wish everyone knew how much I need to talk about her and remember her.

I wish everyone knew what it felt like to hold her, still, perfect, breathtaking and have to leave her.

I wish everyone knew what it felt like to long for just 1 more second with their baby. Maybe then they could truly cherish all the billions of seconds they get with theirs.

I wish everyone knew that us mommies who lose our babies carry them with us everywhere we go...for the rest of our lives...and to say we are changed...is putting it rather lightly.

I wish everyone knew and appreciated what an absolute miracle each and every child is, from conception to birth, viable and enviable.

I wish everyone knew that even though I can smile and go to work and "function" like everyone else, I'm not like everyone else.

I wish everyone knew that even if you don't know what to say to me, saying nothing at all is more painful than you can imagine. Ignoring me and never speaking to me again because it makes you uncomfortable to be around me is worse than being uncomfortable or saying the wrong thing.

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The Missed Life

It's been 4 1/2 years since the time we had to bury our sweet Angel baby Naomi Ruth Tennant. It's funny how I still miss her so much. I know I will see her again and in the next life I will have the chance to raise her, but sometimes I morn for the simple fact that I will not be raising her here with her other siblings. How much I wish I could see her grow along side Kirsten, Christopher and Angela. I image how close she would have been to Kirsten. They would have been 19 month apart in age. What best friends they would have been. I know my limited understanding makes it hard for me to understand how this loss will be made up to me. For the most part I am fine without knowing. I am happy with the simple process of watching my other 3 kids grow. That doesn't take away the the longing for how much I wish I could have seen Naomi grow along side them. I'm sure God will make it right again. I will go on missing her until then.