by Julie Adamski
Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999
Today is Monday, October 25. If things had been different, I might have been big as a house dying of backaches or cradling a newborn infant gift from God. No wonder I am sad when instead I am remembering my second miscarried child, named Hidden Peace.
I just wanted to share with someone my short letter to my little child, now at peace:
Peace, you looked so restful floating in your little liquid globe when the doctor took you out of me at only 8 weeks. Your half-inch body, all creamy white, was more like a 5 week baby. I don't know how long you lived and when you died, but I'm so glad I had you for at least that short time. How precious to be a mother, if only for 8 weeks.
How much I miss you and wish you were still here today. Who knows what your personality would be? How very different my day today would be if instead of paying bills and getting ready for work I were kissing your head and listening to your cries!
I love you, little one.
Thanks to all the other "unknown moms" out there who've written or read these stories. Feel free to write me at firstname.lastname@example.org
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