When I realized that I would lose my baby on May 1st, I was upset. This was a day I would remember forever and it was a May Day? A teeny tiny holiday that is unimportant, but still a holiday. I wasn't going to forget this day no matter what.
I thought about it for a while and I was sad for a while. Finally, I decided that May 1st would forever become a celebration for me. I would make huge May day baskets with my son and my husband and we would celebrate our baby. I would remember the life that I had inside of me that God blessed me with and I would remember my baby that left way too early. I won't try to forget what happened or focus on what was lost. I'm choosing to celebrate the miracle that grew inside of me and the daughter or son that I will meet one day in heaven.
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