My darling babies,
We didn’t have a lot of time together, just a few weeks for each of you. Your father and I saw each of you on the screen, just a little blob with a flashing heartbeat. We heard those little heartbeats and they were so strong. I don’t think I will ever forget that sound for as long as I live. We marveled at what nature was doing and the overwhelming love that we felt. We wondered what you would look like, which of us you would take after. And, your grandparents were so excited for us and to meet you both.
And, then each of you was gone. And there was silence, on the screen, in our hearts, in our bodies. We were heartbroken. We still are.
Today was to have been your birthdays. One of you would be 1 year old and the other would just be making a debut. I can’t say that either of your losses has gotten easier, but the wounds are less raw. Losing you both has been the hardest thing I have ever had to go through, especially since we worked so hard and waited so long to bring you both into this world. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about each of you and wonder what it would have been like if you had been born and we had you here with us. Still, we are both so grateful to have had those few precious weeks and days that we had with both of you.
I think it is fitting that tomorrow, November 1, is All Saint’s Day or Dios de los Muertos (Day of the Dead), when people remember the dead. I will remember both of you today, tomorrow, everyday, forever.