To My Unborn Baby
Wow. It’s been years since I’ve written in this blog. So so so much has changed since my last post. I met someone, we got married, we bought a house, my father passed away, and we’ve had two miscarriages. That’s what brings me here today. My second miscarriage. I don’t want to provide too much detail into the history of my pregnancies. I’d rather just write my thoughts and feelings that I’m having in this very moment. In this moment as I sit with a heating bad on my back and glass of wine while I’m actively miscarrying the little baby I prayed and yearned for. Dear Baby, Hi. I’m your mother, Jessie. Your father, Tyler, is outside fixing a sprinkler head. And your fur-siblings (Remi, Mallie, Rooster and Loki) are running and playing in our backyard. We miss you. I miss the morning sickness and headaches. I miss the random food cravings and weird food aversions. I miss the crazy dreams you placed in my head. I miss you. You were too beautiful for this world. God needed you mor...