For 22 weeks I carried you.
In those 5 months you started to resemble a tiny newborn.
I experienced 154 days filled with hope, wonder, and blissful innocence.
3,696 hours were spent imagining every detail of you.
I cradled you in my arms for 221,760 minutes.
You were my constant companion for 13,140,000 seconds.
Then, in one millisecond it all ended with the last beat of your heart.
I was only given 6 hours to memorize all 11 ounces of you.
1,185 days ago was the last time I kissed your sweet face.
It has been 3 years and 3 months of grief, mourning, and finally, acceptance.
You have been missed for 1,706,400 minutes.
I have spent 102,384,000 seconds wishing that I could turn back time so I can relive those 22 weeks with you.