Our baby was due to be born today We didn’t know if you were a girl or boy You stopped growing at 8 weeks The size of a pistachio I wish I knew why   We love you so much I shed so many tears today In silence, pushing G around Tears on my pillow Brief insomnia   I wanted a brother or sister for little G I know she would have been so excitedCONTINUE READING…

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