After my first miscarriage, I felt terrible guilt for not telling my baby that I loved him each and every day. I shared this with a coworker. She had had children later in life and was remarkably sensitive about the situation.
She said, "Your baby knew you loved him. Every time he heard your heartbeat he felt your love."
This is a total cheesy, cheese ball statement, yet it was so comforting to me. Losing a baby is so psychologically disturbing. I never held my baby. I never kissed his cheek and said I love you sweetheart.
I tell my parents I love them every day. I tell my husband. I even tell my dog (probably more times per day than is normal).
Knowing my baby felt my love is of critical importance to me. I loved you baby, and I still love you, to the blue, blue sky.