By Tova Gold
About six weeks after the girls died, I thought I would die from my grief. The entire experience of pregnancy and loss felt like a bad dream that I’d imagined. It’s because I never met them. I had no concrete evidence they’d existed. I chose to be “put under” for the delivery, because I was scared, and when I woke up they were gone, no longer in my body. It wasn’t until after that I realized how much I yearned to know what they’d looked like. How I ached for the opportunity to hold my two daughters at the same time, looking at their matching little faces. How much it killed me that so few people ever get to be blessed with identical twins and I was ‘scared’ of the opportunity to meet them and tell them, to their sweet faces, that I loved them. That is a regret I will carry always, yet I have come to peace with the fact that I made the best choice I could at a time when there were simply no good choices.
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