A mom is very honest in this blog piece from the Huffington Post about even though she grieves for her other daughter, her husband and herself for how their life has changed since their special needs son has entered their lives, she doesn't grieve the child she never had:
Perhaps, subconsciously, I never let myself go there for fear that I would never climb out of the black hole I was diving into.
I cannot grieve that other child because I don't know him. I never met him. I never loved him. He was not the child I've been given.
And I love my boy. I love him so much that it hurts to consider that there was ever another "Owen" out there that could have been mine.
Could you relate to her feelings?