I had to work up alot of courage to post this. I was afraid to see the 2nd trimester board where I had posted the day before about a stupid receptionist who couldnt keep her mouth shut. But writing it out seems to be another way for me to cope. I never thought I would have to think about an autopsy or figure out where we want her ashes. I had always imagined how I would handle a situation like this (I am a glass is half empty type of girl) but I didnt. It is so much more heart crushing. Almost like you are having a constant heart attack.
I cant do what I would like to do, which is crawl into a hole and fall asleep until everything is over with. But again I cant. Not with 2 little boys who need there mother to be strong and able. Day by day is how I have been dealing. Sometimes hour by hour. I am sorry to all the mothers out there who have gone through this. I never knew. I wish we could all sit around crying and try to support each other. I am thankful for a husband who has gone through alot of loss and is carrying me through this entire experience. I thought god had put us together so I could fix his broken heart when all along he was given to me to fix mine.