08/13/2026 this is really hard
I miss my son so fucking much.
I don’t think there will ever be a day where I don’t wonder about him.
I only had him for 11 weeks, but those 11 weeks meant everything to me. He was my baby. My son. A little life growing inside of me that I already loved more than I could ever put into words.
And then suddenly, he was gone.
I never got to hold him.
I never got to see his face.
I never got to hear his cry or feel his tiny fingers wrap around mine.
I never got to bring him home.
I never got to watch him grow.
I never got to find out who he would have been.
I wonder what he would have looked like. I wonder if he would have had my eyes or my smile. I wonder what his laugh would have sounded like. I wonder what his favorite things would have been. I wonder if he would have been shy or loud, goofy or serious, stubborn like me.
There are so many things I will never know.
And that’s what hurts so fucking much.
I didn’t just lose a pregnancy.
I lost my son.
I lost every future I had imagined with him.
I lost the first time I would have held him, the first time I would have heard him cry, the first time I would have watched him smile.
I lost birthdays.
Christmases.
First steps.
First words.
School pictures.
Late-night cuddles.
All of it.
Sometimes I think people expect you to eventually “move on” from something like this. But how do you move on from someone you never got the chance to meet?
How do you stop missing someone when you spent 11 weeks imagining an entire life with them?
I wish I could have had more time.
Just a little more time.
I wish I could have held him just once.
I wish I could have told him how loved he already was.
I wish he could have known how badly his mommy wanted him.
I will always wonder who he would have become.
And I will always miss him.
I don’t care that I only had 11 weeks with him. He was real. My love for him was real. My grief is real.
He was my son.
He always will be.
And if I could have one thing in this world, I would give anything to go back and have just one more moment with him.
Just one.
To feel him.
To hold him.
To tell him, “Mommy loves you.”
Because I fucking miss my baby.