The day we discovered you were on your way was a moment forever etched in our hearts. It was on your older brother, Daniel’s, 8th birthday that we learned about your impending arrival. Your father and I had been eagerly awaiting this news, and the joy we felt knowing you would soon join our family was immeasurable. From the moment we knew of your existence, we loved you dearly and began envisioning our family of five. You were the final piece we had been longing for. The day we saw your heartbeat on the ultrasound was incredibly special; witnessing your progress filled me with reassurance and excitement for the day I would finally hold you.
One of the most memorable moments of my life was sharing the news with your siblings. Daniel and Ava erupted in cheers, jumping up and down with pure joy. Ava was so overwhelmed with happiness that she shed tears of joy. Your older sister, Emma, was ecstatic but also a bit confused. After that day, Ava made it a point to thank God and us every day for you, and she never missed a single moment to express her gratitude. The love your siblings already had for you eased any apprehensions we had about your arrival; it was all meant to be.
Each night, our family gathered to listen to the soothing sound of your heartbeat using the Doppler. We cherished these moments, filled with dreams and hopes for your future. Our hearts overflowed with love for you, even before we met you. However, the night we could not detect your heartbeat was terrifying; I spent the night in prayer, hoping against hope that you were alright.
The following day, when I saw your tiny body on the ultrasound, the absence of the heartbeat shattered my heart. It was the most devastating day of my life, my sweet Emily. In that moment, I grasped the reality that I would never hold you, kiss your forehead, or experience the milestones of your life. I wouldn’t see you take your first steps or hear your first words; I wouldn’t get to witness the love your siblings would have for you. Your father and I were utterly heartbroken, and we had the difficult task of conveying this loss to your siblings. They felt the pain deeply, and I could sense their sorrow through their questions and tears. Your father did a remarkable job explaining that you would always be with us. Although we were all immensely sad, we found solace in knowing you were our special angel in Heaven.
Two days after we received the heartbreaking news, Mother’s Day arrived—a bittersweet day for me, as I realized it would be the last day I carried you. Though I never got to meet you, you will always be my beloved Emily. I cherish the family photos we took on that day; they are the most tangible reminders I have of you. One of those pictures is now a cherished necklace bearing your name.
The days that followed were a blur filled with grief. Holding a service for you was difficult, yet it became a beautiful way to honor your brief life within me. I hope you felt the love in the letters and images your siblings sent to Heaven after our farewell. Each chose a special balloon and a rose to place at your resting place.
Your siblings miss you dearly and often speak of you. Ava tells Emma that when it storms, you are washing your hands in Heaven. They pray for you, hoping God is watching over you, and they dream of the day they will meet you. They carry your memory with them, teaching me so much since your passing.
The weeks that followed were some of the darkest times I have ever faced. I longed to hold you, to meet you, and to share precious moments together. Initially, I struggled to find any silver lining in our loss. Caring for your siblings felt overwhelming, as I was consumed by grief. While many choose not to talk about losing a child, I want you to know that I speak of you often. We want the world to know that you are a part of our family.
As time passed, I began to find glimmers of hope amid the sadness. I witnessed the goodness of our community rallying around us during this difficult time. Your grandmother stepped in to help without hesitation, providing support and love. Friends, especially Laura, were by my side every day since we learned of our loss, and Sarah captured beautiful images for us to cherish. The compassion shown by your doctor and the hospital staff was also invaluable during such a trying period.
We received an outpouring of love through calls, messages, and thoughtful gestures, including a “basket of sunshine” from a friend and a beautiful necklace. Many of these caring sentiments came from mothers who also have angel babies. This demonstrated that not only did people care for your father and siblings, but they also recognized the importance of your brief life, which mattered immensely to us.
Though my heart is forever changed by losing you too soon, I find gratitude in many aspects of this journey. I cherish the time I had carrying you, the joy your siblings expressed when they learned about you, and the bond your father and I have grown even stronger. I have witnessed the resilience and love your siblings have for you, their little sister they never met. Losing you has taught me to appreciate life’s small moments and to let go of the trivial. It has reminded me that it’s okay to grieve and lean on others for support. I find strength in my faith and trust in God, even when the “why” remains unclear. The profound connection between a mother and her child begins long before birth, and these lessons will stay with me always. I love you so deeply, Emily, and I look forward to the day we are reunited.
With all my love,
Mom
Further Reading
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In Summary
The journey of grief and loss is profound, as shown through the heartfelt narrative of Emily’s mother. Although she faced unimaginable heartache, she found strength in her family, community, and faith, illustrating the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring bond between a mother and her child.