…to go through one’s entire pregnancy withOUT thinking about still birth or preterm loss EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
What must it be like to experience a kick without wondering if it will be the last?
What must it be like to not carefully,
gently, fold every assumption about the future in “if’s” and “maybe’s” and “we’ll see’s”?
What must it be like to assume your child will come to you like everyone says he will?
What must it be like to feel that unbridled joy without any twinge of fear?
What must it be like?
I honestly can’t imagine. I just can’t.
But I wish I could. I really, really do.