I sensed you were a girl, though at 12 weeks, you left us, in the operating theatre; without a given name, no visible appearance, no assigned gender- but you were our baby; not just a ‘bundle of cells’, a ‘malformed foetus’, a ‘tubal ectopic’, a ‘product of conception for removal’- No! You were our baby.
You lived through a summer of heartache, following 2 weeks of joy when we thought you would eventually grace our lives with your birth.
We will never forget you, and though we could not meet, you will always be loved very much.
R.I.P.
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