Last year I volunteered to talk to a PhD student about early pregnancy loss since I had a miscarriage before Katie. This summer she called to follow up, and I had to tell her about Katie. After talking about loss to someone, you feel like they're a friend. I couldn't talk about one loss without the other.
She shared her story with me (at least part of it) via email, and I finally read it today. She never had a child after going through many heartbreaking miscarriages.
As I told her, I lost a fourteen year old, but had her for 14 years, 10 months and 15 days: precious time that she didn't get. I said before that I would do it again knowing the pain at the end. I'm crying for her loss, that she didn't get that time.
I'm so damn grateful that I got time with my brilliant, beautiful girl, but a millennium with her could never be enough.
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