Perfect fingers, perfect toes.
Tufts of hair beginning to emerge. Eyes fused shut.
Two tiny little bodies, our precious girls.
We touched them one last time, kissed the tiny foreheads, willed premature lungs to breathe.
And finally let them go.
I will never hear you cry, there won’t be a first word, my chin will never rest in your baby soft hair.
But I still love you, fiercely and completely ... with every fibre of my being.
Rest in peace my sweet baby girls.
--from Rebuilding Myself