It has been a long time since I have felt like writing.
Things have been very difficult.
Grief hurts.
But I am healing.
So much so that I can contemplate trying again.
I am healthy.
And as I suspected there was nothing wrong with the baby.
It was a little boy.
I knew it was a boy.
I felt it.
Campbell (me nephew) asked what I called him.
I told him he hadn't been given a name.
Campbell suggested "Jack".
Aiden (another nephew) expanded on that "Captain Jack Sparrow".
Boys!!!! I almost had one.
It was beautiful to have what I felt confirmed.
It gives this baby an identity.
It contributed somewhat to the loss though. Does that make sense?
I didn't loose a baby of indiscriminate nature, I lost a son.
Although I felt that loss more keenly I am glad I know.
Life goes on.
I am finding happiness again.
I am finding courage.
I am growing confidence.
I am woman!
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