5 years ago today we said a very broken and very real goodbye. We had just barely said hello. You had already made me so tired, the forming of your little body was taking up so much of my energy. The tiniest of bumps was beginning to show having only give birth to Jack 15 months prior. It sort of didn't feel real, for some reason I was hesitant this time to believe everything was okay. When we saw the flicker of your heartbeat on the screen at 7 weeks it gave me a sigh of relief. I began to settle in and dream, another summer baby for our family. Between your brother and cousins, this would be number 4. A summer birthday 4 years in a row. And then I got very sick. I'm still not sure what it was, a kidney infection? The flu? Whatever it was wreaked havoc on me and I knew something wasn't right in addition to this illness. The doctors said it was normal...when I began to think I was losing you. And it often is. But I didn't feel right. I ended up in the ER
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