Woulda. Coulda. Should be.
Bea is my calm after the storm. Much like I am here helping her to drift into sleep, she is there for me.
I can't imagine doing this without her. I don't know how I managed before she came safely into this world - through the grief, through the miscarriage, through the pregnancy.
My admiration to all of you still struggling to get your next baby.
It's not easy having a baby after such a devastating death. But it sure beats not having one when you want one.
I wanted to acknowledge you, my persevering sisters. I appreciate that you are still reading me. I am thankful that you can celebrate in my joy, but it must still bring pangs to your heart.
The look of utter peace on Bea's face while she sleeps, her chest rising and lowering, brings a little peace to my heart, mitigates my tears.
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