This blog is dedicated to my Maxie. Max was only 9 and a half months when he stopped breathing at daycare. We are devastated by the loss of our most beloved baby boy. Hopefully, this blog will give readers a sense of what a beautiful spirit he was and will help to keep his memory alive.
I remember those as well. During the first few weeks, people wanted to hook me up with their friends/sisters/co-workers because they'd had miscarriages...and it must be the same thing, right? And then, once I did get pregnant with my rainbow baby, I was told that I shouldn't announce the pregnancy "in case I lost it." Because, after all, I'd already had enough drama that year. People didn't want to hear about anymore.
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I remember those as well. During the first few weeks, people wanted to hook me up with their friends/sisters/co-workers because they'd had miscarriages...and it must be the same thing, right? And then, once I did get pregnant with my rainbow baby, I was told that I shouldn't announce the pregnancy "in case I lost it." Because, after all, I'd already had enough drama that year. People didn't want to hear about anymore.
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