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Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
You were long, 17 inches at 32 weeks, which isnt a surprise, your dad and I are tall as well. You looked so peaceful. It was the scariest moments of our lives and I couldn't help but beg God to let you breathe and let this all be a mistake, but your breathe never came and you never opened your eyes to look at me. I always wonder what I possibly did to deserve this and I can never understand why the better plan was for you to go away and for me not to go with you.
The pain still lingers, all of your things are still set up in your room. Except your bedroom feels like a tomb now. Your dad goes in there sometimes to squeeze the elephant that holds your heartbeat and I just cannot bring myself to do such a thing and have my whole reality fall down around me. I hope you know we think of you everyday my beautiful Kylie. I pray for you and I wish I could see you grow up. i wish I could hold you and hug you. I wish I was there for your first birthday, your first prom, your first boyfriend, your drivers license, and so much more. I will always miss you and always love you. Forever