We spent time today with friends whose son died two years ago October at 28 weeks. I don’t think we had seen them since. I sent flowers and then didn’t know what to say, even though I thought of them often. We met their rainbow baby today – she is beautiful of course and looks just like her big brother.
Being with another baby lost mama was like suddenly being able to breathe more deeply, without realizing I was ever struggling for air. It is a remarkable bond, this shared experience. One that happens for too many of us. One I wouldn’t wish on anyone but I’m grateful for nonetheless.