Today is July 2. It has significance to me. It's a due date of one of the precious babies we lost.
But the problem is that I can't remember which baby the due date belongs to.
And that bothers me. A lot.
I really haven't retained all 6 due dates. Or the dates that we lost each baby. That's just a lot of information to keep in my head. There are certain ones that I will never forget, like the day we learned we lost our first baby (May 2, 2007) or that baby's due date (December 21, 2007) or baby #3's due date (December 3, 2008) or baby #6's due date (September 9, 2009). But the rest I have a rough idea. And I've been ok with that. So why am I so bothered that I can't for the life of me figure out if July 2 was baby #2's or baby #5's due date?!
I'm not beating myself about this & in the end I'll be ok. I know I'm still a good mother & I'm only human. It's just another reminder that no matter how many years go by or how many of my babies are born, the painful sting of miscarriage will always be there.