15 weeks

to hold you in my arms just for a second would be all i’d need. I grew you inside of me. 15 weeks was all I had you for. I have never seen your face. I never got the chance to hold your hand. You were the size of an apple. So small. So fragile. There are so many things I will never get to teach you. I will never get to hear your first words or teach you to tie your shoes. I will never get to know you. I can only dream about the person that you could’ve become. Would you be silly and social like your dad, or would you be shy and quiet like me? There’s so many times when you were with me where I would just sit and think. What would you do if you were running around and fell to the ground? Would you get up and continue, or would you scream “MOMMY!” and wait for me to bandage the wound? in those 15 weeks, I couldn’t wait to meet you. Those two blue lines, I felt every emotion at once for the first time. my beautiful baby. I never got to see your face, but I knew in my heart that you would be the most breathtaking thing. I often find myself missing those short 15 weeks. Every morning I was sick, every cramp, every flutter in my tummy. I loved being your mommy. Even for those short 15 weeks.