06/04/2026
Bereavement Doulas.
I don’t miss being pregnant.
I miss that baby.
The one whose name I whispered before anyone else knew.
The one I counted weeks for.
The one I imagined at Christmas.
The one I pictured in the backseat.
The one I wondered about every time I walked past the baby aisle.
People always say, “You can have another.”
But grief was never about wanting a baby.
It was about losing that baby.
That heartbeat.
That future.
That little person who only existed for a moment, but changed my life forever.
And no pregnancy after that one could ever replace the child I was already in love with.