Today is the day set aside to remember babies lost to miscarriage, still birth, and infant loss. I should say that it is a day that Ronald Reagan declared back in 1988 for our nation to remember those babies. Everyday is remembrance day for me. I don't dwell on it, but I think of my babies each and every single day. They are on my heart in everything I do. I love them, and still thank God for them. And, at times, I still cry for them.
While I was pregnant with Mila, all I could think about was miscarriage...but it was the last thing I wanted to talk about. Our third angel baby still remains unnamed. Mostly because after I miscarried him/her, I was so distraught, I could not think of a name. Then I got pregnant again, and I couldn't bear to speak of miscarriage. I think we will eventually name our baby...eventually. But for now, each day, as I think of my little Ezra, Susanna, and Baby3, I thank God for His gifts. I am so unworthy of these precious souls--even the ones I never held in my arms. I love them, I mourn them, I am grateful for them. Thank you God, for letting me be their mommy. Thank you for loving me that much.
