Well, I seem to be progressing through all the stages of grief. I’ve now reached the point where I just feel thankful that I had those few short weeks with Baby B. What if I hadn’t even realized I was pregnant? What if Baby B hadn’t even made it to 8 weeks? Truth is, I had some time with him, and he had some time with me. He got to hear me talking to him often, and shared the health benefits of all my delicious foods. He was loved. He will always be loved.
And one day we will meet again.