This morning when I woke up, my stomach began to rumble. It was in a pretty strange way and it felt like my stomach was crawling all around. Instinctively, I grabbed my stomach and rubbed it lightly. My mind might know that my son is gone, but it seems that my body knows it is still supposed to be pregnant.
It is the little things like this that get me.Coming home from the hospital empty handed after you've given birth to your child is a heartbreak that can never be explained. I know that having a child with trisomy 18 means that his chances of survival would be extremely small in the first place but its strange to think I'll never know my own son. As soon as we found out he was trisomy 18, I did my research and started preparing myself for the worst but I figure that no matter how much you try to prepare, it will never be an adequate amount. Nothing can prepare you for seeing your dead son. I miss you, Eli. Say hi to my dad for me
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
First Post
Please stick with me. I have never had a blogspot blog before and trying to figure out how I want it to look and what I would like to feature on it, is driving me crazy. So I apologize in advance for the thousands of random changes that I'm sure will happen over the next few days.
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