I hold your baby close, and rock her back and forth. Our hearts beat as one. She pats my back as I stroke her hair.
Yes, we've bonded. Yes, she calls me Mom. Yes, that breaks your heart.
It was never meant to be this way. Your baby has become ours.
Did you know she scans the crowd eagerly looking for your face? That no matter how happy and content she is with us, we can never replace you.
Life has been scary, life has been hard. She doesn't hold it against you. She loves you just because of who you are.
What you're going through right now is the hardest thing you've ever gone through. Don't give up. Don't quit fighting. { Put down the bottle, step away from the drugs, leave the abusive relationship, get a job, get a safe place, take the parenting classes. } Take what applies to you and fight with all that you have within and more.
She is safe here, she is happy. She hasn't had to go without a Mommy. She will be ok no matter what. We would keep her forever if it came to it. We secretly want to keep her forever and dread the thought of having to give her back. But the truth is she scans the crowd for you. She snuggles my phone and gives you eskimo kisses through the miles that stretch between us.
Fight.
Dig.
Claw your way out of the pit.
Our baby needs you.
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