This might seem strange to many, but a reality for many who have experienced a pregnancy loss.
I am grieving the baby that I’ll never get to hold, while his little sister is kicking me as I write this.
I’m one of the lucky ones, as I know many of you are still waiting for their rainbow. And as someone who has experienced reaching due dates while not pregnant with a rainbow, I know how that feels too.
Either way, due dates without a baby in your arms suck. You might be “okay” leading up to it and then it’s like a punch in the gut and it’s here. You wonder who that baby would have been ✨
So on his due date, I’ll give myself grace and allow myself to feel, I wonder who he would have been. While simultaneously basking in gratitude for his little sister who is growing inside making her presence clear.