To my husband, who pushed aside his own grief to dance around mine, never knowing whether to hug or get out of the way, but never getting angry with my unique and supremely selfish and frustrating way of dealing with bad news.
To my son, whose very existence is the best reminder that my life is not bad just because the current circumstances are unhappy.
To my mom, who came and stayed despite her own schedule, and never showed hurt when I aimed my pain in her direction.
To my mother-in-law, who made and sent a card saying that she didn't know how to comfort me, but was praying for us as we navigate through the aftermath.
To my best friend, who has left countless messages on my cell phone and continues to call in her support, even when she knows I probably won't pick up.
To my aunt and uncle, my in-laws, and 2 different friends who sent flowers to let us know that they are thinking of us.
To my husband's friends, who have called to comfort him when I have been unable to do so.
To the anesthesiologist who patted my hand while he spoke to me and didn't look at all uncomfortable when I burst into tears because of his kindness.
Thank you to all of the people who have offered support, prayers and love. Your words cannot take away the loss of the baby, but your presence is helping us to find our way through it.
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