What if the worst happens...?

Last night as I watched my baby girl breathe in and out in sleep, I thought of the two miscarriages that I had between she and her older brother...

Only a woman who has lost a baby could really understand, I suppose, the emptiness...or perhaps only a parent could understand. Either way, it struck me how much more painful those memories would be today if we hadn't succeeded in having our baby girl...

Yet even after the birth of our beautiful miracle, there is a sort of haunting that goes on that I never experienced with her older brother. Because we experienced such profound loss not once, but twice, every moment with her is twice as precious...and every scary moment with her is twice as scary, echoing our earlier loss...

I discovered this following website, with a comprehensive list of loss for those mourning a miscarriage or loss of a little one:

BABY LOSS BLOGS

I also found the following website of stories:

BABYSTEPS

for it is often in sharing our stories, and reading the stories of others, that we begin to heal, I find.