I read something today on one of my friend’s blogs and it really hit me. She too lost a baby girl in September 2006. She was talking of how she doesn’t want people to forget her baby. I feel the same way. This year I was a little sad, because I mentioned to some people in my life that it was Mya’s 2 year angel day, birthday, anniversary day – whatever… it’s like they didn’t even care. It’s nothing to people, because they didn’t love her like I did. They didn’t feel her like I did. So, it’s easy for them to just shrug it off and put it right out of their minds, because they’ve moved on. The sadness of the day my baby died is gone for them. It will never be gone from me. It seems like a blur, but my daughter is still dead and she’s still very much a part of our family and a part of our hearts.

I love Mya just as much as I love Ella and Jayden. I miss Mya and I never got to hold her and that’s one of my biggest regrets in life. I would have endured labor just to hug her once. Why didn’t I choose that? Maybe God knew that I couldn’t handle it. Maybe it’s best that we never got to see who’s features she was forming.

It’s been 2 years 1 week & 6days since my baby went away…. I miss her so much.