Delilah would have been three months old on Monday. Transitioning into her non newborn sized clothes, starting to recognize our faces apart from other people.
It was three months since we said good bye on Tuesday.
Three months to check off from the waiting. Six more months until we can try to make another little baby. And maybe if we are lucky enough her little soul will come back and make a new home in the new little pod we will make for her.
All I can do is wait. Live each crappy day until the day that I can start to live again.
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