I wasn’t wrong. Our baby was a girl. From the time that she was a mere embryo in a tube waiting to be placed in my uterus, she had a name.
Abby — our beautiful perfect little girl that we will never know. She was our entire world already. And now we have only empty hearts.
There is one last photo in her gallery. I know that most won’t want to look. I never understood why people took pictures of their dead babies… I do now. It’s all that we’ve got of her.