-Statistics are fine until you become one of them, and then they take on a different meaning.
“All the work to create this baby,
summoning his soul from who know where,
all to end as ashes in a little box.
I can’t stand the endlees goneness of him.” -Claudia Putnam
-When your baby dies, you not only lose a a child, but also your dreams, a part of yourself, a part of your future.
-I am slightly disappointed when a healthy baby is born – they don’t know how lucky they are.
-Some people think pictures after death are greusome. I’m glad I have them. They are real important to me. I look at them a lot.
-Why did the hospital get rid of his hat and blanket? They had his smell and his blood. They were tangible items to bring me closer to him.
-I’ll always grieve the firsts. What would have been. FIrst step, first word, first day of school…….
-The monthly thing of finding out I’m not pregnant is a grief every month.