Losing my daughter was undoubtedly the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced. Her loss was completely unexpected, and happened in what felt like the blink of an eye. I was five months pregnant and everything was "normal." There was no indication that I was high-risk in any way. Sometimes life throws you a really difficult, really terrible curveball, though. I went into preterm labor and she died just hours later. However, just because she is gone doesn’t mean she is forgotten. There are many things I want everyone to remember about the baby I lost.
Because my pregnancy was cut short, I didn’t really get to know my daughter very well. I learned, just a few weeks prior to her birth, that she was female. I had only just begun feeling her kicks in the month prior to her birth and death. The few things I know about her, though, have remained. She seemed to enjoy The Little Mermaid. I watched the movie just days before I lost her, and she was happily kicking in my belly most of the time, especially during the songs. I craved lots of root beer and pizza and garlic bread during my pregnancy, so I assume these were her favorite foods. She liked when I started reading The Little Prince to her. Sadly, we never got to finish the book.
These memories about the baby I lost are more personal, though. These are the things I want other people, including you, dear reader, to really remember and understand about my daughter.