Yesterday, I was contacted by an old friend that wanted to ask a sensitive question of me. I'd like to think that I'm an open book and I said yes without hesitation, just interest. The friend wanted to know about my stillborn Caleb because she'd just learned that her niece had miscarried twins. She wanted to know what my advice was on walking through that experience and if I had any tips or regrets on things to do. I can't have those conversations without tears, but it's not painful in the way you might think. When driving away from the hospital after Caleb had been released to the funeral home, I was broken, but a couple things were clear... ....telling my husband that this event wasn't allowed to tear us up because I wasn't willing to lose any part of a relationship after losing a baby. .... feeling completely empty because you spend months carrying a baby and then it's just gone. In late-term pregnancy, everyone can tell you're expecting
40 year old woman. Mother of 2-5, 6 if you get technical. Wife to a mostly robot. Librarian, fake writer, stand-up comedian with no stage. Lover of family, Jesus, blunt {but kind} honesty, coffee, vegetables, reading, islands, travel. One-time widow. Hopeful, faithful, optimist, inappropriate.