Today is the day I lost my little angel. I was just over 7 weeks pregnant and thought that I finally had a baby that was going to stick. She was named already. Sarah Faith. A little sister for my beautiful daughter.
But it wasn't ment to be. My tummy felt funny and I just didn't feel right. I told Dragon that she was gone. The spotting started. Then the tissue came. And finally a tiny baby. A perfectllittle head. Arms and legs. They didn't let me see her on the ultrasound but she had a heart beat just hours before I held her.
If she had just been a little older. A little bit bigger. Today she would have turned 18 years old. She was my fourth miscarriage and very nearly my last pregnancy. Dragon didn't want to try again. We are both very happy we did . Three more pregnancies and three beautiful children.
All these years later it still hurts. My Christmas tree is filled with angels for her. All year long you can find angels in every room of my house. I see one and have to have it. One day I will meet my lost babies but for now I will enjoy the ones I have here on earth. Heaven will just have to wait.