Tucked into a dresser drawer in our bedroom is a little Ziploc bag with three home pregnancy tests inside. Four years later, the two pink lines are still visible.
I read something the other day that you hold onto things until you don’t need them anymore.
I hold onto those tests because they’re the only thing I have to remind me that our baby was here. She was real. She existed.
Today is Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Day. They say that 1 in 4 women are touched by miscarriage or infant loss, but in my world it feels much higher than that. I know too many mothers who’ve been through it, but even if it were only one it would be too many.
We grieve with those who grieve. We mourn with those who mourn. And we remember our babies.