Please stop pretending that my stillborn baby didn’t exist.
Because she did.
She was as real as her living siblings.
I saw her move on the ultrasound machines.
I heard her heartbeat numerous times.
I physically gave birth and felt all the labour pain.
My baby did exist.
Please stop telling me to “get over it” or to “move on” –
because she was stillborn, and I didn’t get to make memories with her.
Because I made memories with her.
I’d planned her life out.
I’d thought about her personality; I’d imagined her looks and how bright her future would be –
but most of all, how loved she was and how excited we were to meet her.
I held her.
I have pictures of her.
I have stories to tell of her.
So please say her name.
Let me mourn my baby.
I can’t just pretend she didn’t exist.
She was real, and I am grieving her loss.