We don't have to remember our babies,
We will never forget.
One thing positive that has come from my losses is the wonderful support I have gotten, not only from friends and family (even those who I rarely spoke with beforehand), but from an awesome group of ladies that I have come to know and hold dear to my heart. We've never met outside of the Internet, but they are my family now, as we share a bond that not many can understand....we are mommies to sweet angel babies. It's not a group anyone would chose to belong to, but it sure is helpful and inspiring to know these women and they have become my greatest support. We can talk about anything and everything for weeks, months, even years, and we understand each other's pain. We know that months down the road, we are still healing, physically and emotionally. We all know the pain is still there no matter how long ago the experience. We all know that there are days that seem better... and days where you somehow relate a car insurance commercial to the loss of your little one and fall to pieces. I could not be happier that I found the wonderful group of women that I have to go through the journey with, but at the same time, it is really sad that broken women, women who are hurting and struggling to make sense of things, women who are grieving, women who are trying to get their bodies medically back on track....are the ones who have to band together to support each other; to give themselves when they need giving. This subject needs to become much more talked about and out in the open. The loss of a baby is just as hard, if not more difficult, than the loss of a parent or friend, in that we have to go through the physical healing. We have to go from being with, growing, and loving our children 200%, counting down the days until our face-to-face meeting, dreaming of our lives to come, which have changed forever with this little blessing - to being empty, hollow, heartbroken, overwhelmed, grief-stricken, and struggling to find a way to accept that which we cannot change. The constant reminders, the worry, the fact that there usually are no answers, the fact that OUR bodies did this somehow...it's a long road. We need the support that anyone else is afforded from the death of a loved one. We want to talk about our babies and know our babies were cared for and loved by not just us, but by everyone. They were real, precious angels.