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My seventh baby was due today.

But today wouldn’t have been like any other due date. I wouldn’t have been swollen or had any back pack after baby dropped. I wouldn’t have felt contractions or have timed them to known when to go to the hospital. 

Instead, today would’ve been the first time my baby felt my heartbeat through my chest. I would’ve felt her kick for the first time and it would’ve been the first moment I got to carry her.

My seventh baby didn’t live in my body. Her life wasn’t spent with me. Today would have been so much more than her due date, it should be the first time she feels how much I love her.

Emily Lindquist