Dear Azalea, I regret that I didn’t cherish you more when I had you. It pains me to admit that your pregnancy had become another set of complaints. The nausea, the hip and back pain, the jabs from within, the acid reflux, the constant trouble sleeping and fatigue—I spent more time complaining than I did getting excited for you. You were my fourth pregnancy, and so when I first felt you move, I was mostly unphased. In your ultrasounds, you looked like just another baby. But it’s all colored so differently now. I want you to know that even though I wasn’t as excited as I should have been, I was still excited for you…especially at the end, which makes the timing of your loss all the more heartbreaking. I was excited to know what you would look like and if you would resemble any of your sisters. And I couldn’t wait to see if you’d grow up to act like them too. I was so ready to bring you home to them and watch them smother you with unrestrained, adorably aggressive toddler love. And I coul...