One month ago today, at this very time, was when I first realized something was wrong with the baby.
This pretty much sucks. I miss him.
Last night I had the hardest time falling asleep. I was thinking about how the only bond I had with Vincent was feeling him move for a couple weeks. I never felt him move externally, or was able to see him kick. I was beginning to wonder if I would forget all about him one day and maybe 10 years from now I will suddenly remember,
"oh yeah... there was Vincent. Wait, was he real, or just a dream of a dream I had?"
Then I began to wonder if I had lost other children and I've already forgot about them.
I wish I had more memories with my little baby. Sometimes it feels like he was never real.