Wish it was different

The saddest part about my last post is that the next day we found out that we lost another baby. Yes we were expecting again. We were almost 13 weeks. The baby's heart stopped at 12 weeks. I had another D&C on February 22. It is so hard knowing that there are now two children that I never got to hold, or tell them that I love them, or hear their sweet coos. There are two angels in heaven watching over our family. And two holes in my heart that will never go away. And while everyone else will go on and forget I never will. February 27th was a year from our first loss. And we should have been happily expecting again, not grieving another lost child. Life isn't very fair. Perhaps that is the broken part of this world... Perhaps. Please don't be offended if you didn't know we were expecting. I wish things were different, I wish.. Well I wish for alot.