You. I know You. I remember You.
My favorite time during pregnancy was at night. After a long busy day I would lay in my bed and tune in with you, hold you and rub you and smile at you. Very soon I could feel your little movements. I soon realized there was not one but two of you. I knew for sure when I felt one kick way away from the simultaneous punch.
And then Papa and I saw you on a screen. As soon as the technician touched my tummy with her magic wand we saw two little faces bobbing around (after that you both decided to hide and wiggle away from her probing eyes).
I will always remember the last time I felt you move around and kick me. It was during the first few minutes of the day you passed. And then, well I am just so sorry, so very sorry. I don't know what happened. I do know that birthing your small body was the most intense moment of emotional outburst I have experienced in my entire life.
Although I have missed holding your physical form outside of the womb I will remember that I know You. I will remember You.
As Papa gazed across the valley
Abigail was your name
I gave you the name Linnaea
to remind you of your sister
Much love to you
Mama
