This is a picture of me the morning of the day that our daughter would die. I look at that photo and I can't help but be sad for that girl in the photo...I barely recognize that smile. I woke up that morning excited that it was Saturday, and we were planning to go buy the pink shag rug for Lily's room. Who knew that by the end of this day that my life would be irrevocably changed?
I got that turtle tat on my stomach when I was 18...when I was pregnant it was more like a Galapagos turtle, but who thinks of that stuff when you're young? Not so sexy when you're 30 and knocked up~
So blissfully unaware that life can be so hard....
4 comments:
That's a great picture. I don't have any of me when I was pregnant with Jenna. I wasn't really showing yet when we found out she was sick, and after that, pictures were the last thing on my mind. I wish I did, though. You have a beautiful reminder of the way things used to be, before the world came crashing down.
GOSH I wish I was showing as much as you were.....I didn't get a lot of pictures because of the!
Life is hard Jen. I am so sorry. I am glad that you have pictures, I dont really have many.
I found your blog address on the BBC thread that you posted. I was sorry to hear of your loss. I have 3 angle babies.
I have pictures, but I wasn't that far along, but I guess far enough for you to see the changes. I'm grateful to have those pictures, but like you I'm not the same person.
I hope you don't mind that I follow your journey.
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