My precious little Amelie was born exactly 3 months ago today. My baby would be 3 months old, we would be celebrating today, just like other parents are. 'Oh my, how quickly she is growing up'. We will never be these parents. All I can think about June 26th, the best day of my life. I just keep reliving that day in my head. How did we ever get from there to where we are today? The more time passes the more real it becomes. Time does not heal. It reminds me I'm getting further and further from having had her here. It all becomes more real. I will never wake up from this nightmare. Feeling so angry, so sad, so lost, so empty. Right now I am hating other parents who have their babies - their babies weren't more important, more special than mine! ... Every 26th of each month will be a stark reminder, my baby is not here (not that I need reminding). A day my already fragile and broken heart disintegrates just a little more. I hope I have the strength to get through today...
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