... and then she was born.
And I was forever changed.
And 2 years later it hurts just as bad.
The only thing that has gotten easier
is coping with the everyday reality that I am a mother to a baby girl
that I had to say and hello and goodbye to all in the same breathe. A
mother who held her daughter for 2 hours. Who touched her and kissed her
knowing it would be my one and only change to do so. Who had to hand
her over knowing I would never see her again... only in pictures. Who
would never see her grow and laugh and play and learn and love.
Yup, plain and simple... it still hurts like hell.
