Wednesday, May 5, 2010
After this evening's first big cry I realized something. All us DBM's would give pretty much anything short of our spouses and living children for the chance to have our babies alive and with us. We all have dreams of what we would be doing with our babies and how much we would love and appreciate every second of being their moms. All DBM's can't stand to hear the "lucky ones" complain about the lack of sleep or breastfeeding problems or not having time to shower. But if I had what we all want so badly, for my baby to be here and healthy, to never have been a DBM, I would be just like the "lucky ones" complaining about life with a new baby. I HATE that I would be one of those people and I HATE that I know what it's like to not be one of them and I HATE that I only truly appreciate what a gift my son was because he is dead.