We set the countdown as soon as the doctor gave us a date. The sound of your heart beat made us smile foolishly at each other. We waged our wars silently against ourselves and against the world. We made lists of names, lists of things you would need.
When they told us at six months they were worried, we kept faith and prayed that you would be fine. We looked back at all the obstacles we had overcome to be able to have you and determined that life would not keep us apart.
A month later, we learned that you were not getting what you needed, and they could not tell us why. We ran from door to door but no one could give us hope. You were too small and it was too early to try and intervene. We were told to wait till we could hear your heart beat no more.
You died before you were born. We touched you briefly and then you were taken away.
For a very long time, our home was silent. All one heard was the sound of our crying into our pillows late into the night. Our questions had no answers. All we could do to honor your presence was to try and give life the best shot we could. We still struggle to do so, and we know that you are with us in our struggle.
A month later the countdown expired. We still keep getting the newsletters that remind us of how you would have been if you had been with us today. We still look at the dresses we stitched for you. We look at pictures from when we were getting ready for you and pray that you find the truth that you sought over lifetimes. We look at the courage and hope with which we pass each day and know that it is possible only because you are with us in everything we do.
Maitreyee, you have always been with us. We are proud that you chose us to be part of your brief journey. We are sorry that you had to suffer. You are here today and you are our song.