I got a tattoo on Tuesday.
I carried Addison for nine months. My body protected her, nourished her, grew her, and then brought her into the world. When I held her in my arms for the first time I understood the quote about having my heart going walking around outside my body. Losing that bond with her - that physical connection we had before she was born - was painful for me. I needed something to symbolize that bond - something physical, something permanent.
I got Addison's first and middle names tattooed on the inside of my right foot along with the symbol for the bond between mother and daughter. It hurt. Badly. It was worth it.