I had a miscarriage in August of last year. It was my first pregnancy and my only child. I think about what would have been. What my baby would have looked like. I wonder what his first words would have been and what his voice would have sounded like. I was only 14 weeks when I lost my baby. I had a feelking that it was going to happen. I dreamed that I would have a miscarriage. I guess it was my bodies way of preparing me for it. I went numb at first because I didn't know how to deal with it but now I am very depressed and upset. I don't know what gender my baby was but I feel that it was a little boy so I named him Tristen Connor. My question is well.. Am I even a mother?
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