always remembered, never forgotten

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.You’re in my head and in my
heart;You’re in everything I do.I never will forget the day the
doctor told thenews,“You lost your baby; I’m sorry,There’s 
nothing we can do.”How could it be possible you were no longerthere?I
was supposed to be your Mommy,Didn’t anybody care?
    
    almost 4 years ago, i was lying in the hospital..falling fast not realizing what had become of my health and the surroundings around me. I was so afraid i wouldnt be here to watch my little girl mackenzie grow up, let alone be here for the one still inside me, if we would both make it. I love my children more than life itself, one thing i always wanted is to be there and watch them grow.  Its something my mother missed out on , and I didnt want to follow in her foot steps. I want to give the world and more to them, because to me children are miracles. they teach and show us things that we may have never known before in life. They show us another piece of us that we may have not discovered if it wasnt for them.
 the doctors came and told me there was no other choice it was either my life or my babys.  So what does a woman choose to be here for her child that is already living or not be here for both children to witness their lives. I couldnt choose, i begged for alittle while longer to see if my health would turn but they wouldnt listen..so they chose for me.  On mothers day 2009, they wheeled me into the o.r. room and began to rip my child from me, apart of me that would never be the same. they say id get over it and i wouldnt remember much. Im sorry but how and the hell does someone get over the fact of their child being taken from them, murdered in a sense and theres nothing that you can do.  You remember the rest of your life, its haunts you, not only do they take your child, but they take a part of your heart , your soul, and your being as well. Nothing is ever the same after than.

I feel horrible when i look to my little girl, because not only did they take away her sibling, but a piece of her as well. she will never know the full extent but she will know her sibling is in heaven watching over her. I miss you my angel..

 IN MEMORY of all babies born sleeping or whom we have carried, but never met, or held in our arms. Make this your profile status if you or someone you know has suffered the loss of a baby. The majority won't do it, because unlike cancer, baby loss is still a taboo subject. Break the silence, In Memory of all Angel Babies, gone too soon, but never forgotten...