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[lolaandsimone]

posting this here from an email I sent to someone so that I know where to find it when I need a good cry.

My birth story is the one that people don't want to hear.  It's the one without a happy ending.  It's a story that makes my closest friends uncomfortable.  Uncomfortable enough to back away from our friendship. Or remain silent around me,

Comments

[manintheboat]

I love the name Madeline and do think of my mother's first born.

*hug*

[ameyer]

Though a truly heartbreaking story, I think it's beyond lovely that your daughter was blessed enough to have parents who cared for her before knowing her, and who respected her despite her very tender age. A person could live decades and decades beyond your daughter's brief experience and never receive the warmth and concern from another that little Madeline Grace drew from you and from her father.

So much pain, yes, but the intensity of the love created during your all too brief relationship with your daughter (however odd this sounds) is something that I hope will someday bring you a sense of peace. As I personally read your story, it fills me with a deep sense of hope and even a little bit of pride that another woman, a fellow human being pattering around on the planet, can manifest and create that type of love for another. There's a magic to it, really.

I can only hope for you that, going forward, your days are filled more with the love than the loss.