. .. What my missing baby would have looked like? What kind of person would it have grown to become? I will never have a chance to hear that first heartbeat, feel the first kick, or find out if the baby was a boy or girl. I will never get to go through the pains of labor and see that light at the end of the tunnel, the one where you would have been placed in my arms. My arms will forever mourn with emptiness because I will never be able to hold you. I may have only known of you for two weeks, but I carried you for two months. My child should have entered this world in October, instead my baby will never see the light of
. .. What my missing baby would have looked like? What kind of person would it have grown to become? I will never have a chance to hear that first heartbeat, feel the first kick, or find out if the baby was a boy or girl. I will never get to go through the pains of labor and see that light at the end of the tunnel, the one where you would have been placed in my arms. My arms will forever mourn with emptiness because I will never be able to hold you. I may have only known of you for two weeks, but I carried you for two months. My child should have entered this world in October, instead my baby will never see the light of