Deeksha

I think giving her a name makes the loss more painful but the crematorium required that we name her. Her? We could not even find out if she was a girl or a boy, so we decided she was a girl and she was Deeksha. She waved to us during the first ultrasound. I've always wondered if that was a desperate call for help that we failed to notice. I've wondered if she was in pain. And if she was, was she in pain every day of the 20 weeks? I will never know.
I've always believed that everything has a reason, every sorrow, every pain and I hope to find a reason for Deeksha someday.

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  1. cashewJanuary 14, 2008 at 9:46 AM

    A Big Hug <-- -->.

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  2. ShonaJanuary 15, 2008 at 12:09 PM

    As you said it does makes it more painfull but giving her an identity makes her stay your memories always.
    "Deeksha" will always be your first baby.

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