By Brooke Behrendt 
To my three angel babies,
From the moment I saw that first positive pregnancy test, you became a part of me. You were never just an idea, a hope, or a dream—you were my babies. I loved you from the very beginning, and I still do. Not a day passes that I don’t think of you or pray for you.
I dreamt of watching you grow up with your big brother, dreamt of who you would become, and all the memories we’d make. You may have been tiny, but the dreams I had for you were not.
To some, you may have been “just an embryo” or not yet a baby, but you were our baby; a miracle, part of us. And even though you were only with us for a short time, the impact you’ve left on our hearts will last forever. I hold onto the hope that one day, in heaven, we will finally meet you and wrap you in our arms the way I long to every single day.
Some days are easier than others. Some days, I can tell myself that you’re in a better place, knowing you’re with God, surrounded by loved ones who have gone on before us. That you never knew pain, only unconditional love.
Other days, I struggle with the why, not understanding why this had to happen to you, or to us. Why the journey through pregnancy and motherhood seems to come so easily for some, yet we had to go through heartbreak no one deserves.
I am so sorry that we never got to bring you home. I’m sorry I never got to hold you close, kiss your cheeks, or watch you grow and play with siblings. But even in the darkest of days, I will never be sorry that you existed. You were real. You mattered. And you will always be part of our family.
You will forever be part of our family, and we will hold you in our hearts until we can hold you again someday.
Love,
Mom
by Jenny Albers 
by Her View From Home 
