When someone remembers our babies. Very few people mention them by name or refer to them at all, and I guess that's to be expected, but for me it's sad. It's sad that their lives seem to matter so little to everyone else. Oftentimes I feel like even Foxy has forgotten (I know he hasn't really, but he never mentions it either). The fact of the matter is I've felt like mother for almost 3 years now, since that first stick had a sweet "pregnant" on it. I still know that this Friday was Layla's due date and that we should be having a sweet 2nd birthday party for her, and I see little girls that age and sometimes my heart cringes just a little. I know I'm not the only one, and it took me a few days to even recognize why I was feeling sad, but now I know. April 15th is forever tax day to the whole world, but to me it's always Layla's would be birthday (and yes I'm well aware that most babies aren't born on their due dates, but it's all I've got).
So, Friday I may or may not blog about that first pregnancy and how it changed my life, but today I wanted to mention it, and I wanted to say thank you to my sweet Nan for sending me a great picture text this am of her triplet girls' tree blooming and sending love to our angel babies!
Boulder Ridge Zoo
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