Miscarriage, 11 weeks

One of the few comforts I had, at the loss of my baby, was knowing that he died in my womb – and the last things he heard were the beating of my heart, which was so full of love for him. I only wished I had known when it was happening, so that I could have stopped what I was doing, and honored him, told him goodbye and how very sad I was that he was leaving, or sang him a song.

~ Mary Burgess, from Mending Invisible Wings

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