I’m writing this page roughly 38 hours after my beautiful daughter was stillborn. I was far enough into the pregnancy that her body was fully formed, but she was still too young to survive on her own. Maddie was only part of our lives for a short while, but she had already developed what I referred to as her little fan club. We were so excited about welcoming her into our lives. There’s nothing quite so loud as the silence in a delivery room after a child is stillborn. The hospital staff bathed Maddie and swaddled her, and I got to spend time just sitting with her, dreaming about what it would have been like to hear her baby cries and giggles. Although she never lived outside of me, I miss her more than I could ever say.
My hope is that Maddie and her brother find each other wherever they may be and that they form a bond as earthly siblings would. And I hope they know how much I’ll always love them.
