losing a baby is tough. The second you see that positive pregnancy test...you start dreaming of the baby - his laugh, her smile, his eyes, her toes....then it just ends and you have to tuck all those hopes and dreams away.
They have no idea what I have. What diagnoses, what realities I have lived thru or live with. None whatsoever. They think they know. So much. Grace lets them. Till they get there. Till something personal rapes their comprehension into compassion.