This post is going to be hard. It’s going to be hard, but I need to make it.
The last few months have been a roller-coaster ride of emotions, and things finally came to a head in these past weeks. I never thought that I would be in this position, but I’m thankful to be here.
As some of you know, my girlfriend and I have been expecting our first child together. Finding out that we were going to be parents was an amazing feeling. I was so happy, and I was excited to be starting this new journey with my partner.
Unfortunately, our journey came to an end unexpectedly.
Our Daughter, Aria Sky, was born preterm and passed away shortly after coming into this world.
Ten fingers, and ten toes, a beauty mark on her left cheek, and a heart that wouldn’t stop. She was perfect, and she was our everything. I held her in my arms, and her tiny body was the most precious thing. But she was not meant for this world, and was called home before we got to know her.
I’ve held back from talking about what happened, and I’m still trying to get over everything. It’s been two weeks now, and I am building up the strength to talk about it. My mind has been focused on my girlfriend, and making sure she is taken care of. I deal with death and losing people differently than most people, but I have been trying to stay positive.
A big part of me is not sad, but angry at what happened. I am trying my best not to let the anger get to me, but it’s slowly fading away. I get sad once and a while, but I’m comforted that we have an angel looking over us.
I know she is in a better place, but I miss her and I wonder what she would have done…
Thanks for listening…