Joshua would have been due three years ago today if he had lived. He would have been 3 years old now. Every time I wrote down the date at work today I had to close my eyes and keep the tears back. I had him for so short a time, and he’s been gone for so long.
It’s so much worse because I’ve lost three more babies in those three years.
Besides that, I still feel horrible, so I’m going to cut this short and go to bed.