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her to look back to that time through pictures when everyone looked so happy.  She laughed aloud when she saw how funny she looked with all that icing on her face.  As she scanned the photos, she could see that her parents were very happy during the first year of her life.  There was one with her as a tiny baby sleeping in her mother’s arms.  There was another of her father smiling and kissing her on the cheek.  When she reached one with her dressed in a mouse costume, she knew it must have been her first Halloween.  She chuckled aloud at the little whiskers that her mom put on her face, and the big ears on her head.
    There were pictures of her first Christmas with Grandpa Joe dressed as Santa Claus and holding her while she cried.  She could tell by the many photos that both sets of grandparents loved her dearly.  There were many where they held and kissed her.  All of them gave her a sense of peace. Flipping through the pages, she watched herself grow up in front of her parent’s eyes, if only her mom could have been sitting there with them to enjoy those memories.  Her eyes grew heavy and before she knew it, she opened up her eyes with the sun shining on her face. She had fallen asleep in such a good mood dreaming of herself as a baby with the picture album on the pillow next to her head, and the journal lying on the bed.  Smiling she sat up and began to read again.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
    The Miscarriage
    Natalie’s Journal
     
    Your dad was still working the midnight shift. I took care of you during the day and slept at night without him, making it difficult for us to have intimate time together.  I suppose that’s how it is whenever a new baby is born, but wouldn’t you know it, by the time you were two, I was pregnant again.  Now, I know this is going to be hard for you because you were too small for me to tell you about anything at the time.  Please don’t be angry with me and try to understand as I attempt to explain.
    When I told your father I was pregnant, I’m not sure that he was as happy as me.  Once I experienced motherhood, I didn’t want it to stop.  What I wanted more than anything in the world was to be a mother again.  I enjoyed taking care of you and I thought I had enough love inside of me for more, but to him I think it meant a larger financial burden on his shoulders. Don’t think for a minute that he thought you were a burden, because he loved you very much.  He just had trouble figuring out how to pay the bills with only one paycheck, and then there would be another mouth to feed.
    That pregnancy started out like it did with you; I was sick at first and extremely tired.  I couldn’t wait to take naps with you.  I still hadn’t lost all the weight from having you so I think that’s why I started showing even faster than the first time, but I didn’t care.  I was so proud, and felt so lucky to be pregnant again.
    One of the fun things you and I did was go to the Museum of Science and Industry to check out the prenatal development center, where there were human fetuses in various sizes of bottles.  We would return each month so I could see how much my baby had grown, which made me feel closer to my unborn child.  Of course you really didn’t care about all that.  You much preferred to walk through the giant heart on display and hear it beating.  Well, you know we liked the museum since we returned often until you were in high school.
    I was in the beginning of my fifth month and felt a sharp pain one day above my uterus.  You and your father were in the living room watching television, and I was cleaning the dinner dishes.  The pain felt like a stabbing knife and quite literally took my breath away.  I figured it was just Braxton Hicks, contractions that don’t represent true labor, so I knelt down on the floor and took slow breaths until it went away.  I didn’t bother telling anyone because a lot of women get those false labor pains. While