WEll, here it goes, I am not very well versed in writing a blog. I feel like the only place I can let my feelings go is here on the internet, how do I do it, I don't know. I guess I have to keep living for the ones who are still here.
I lost my son, born dead, on November1, 2008. All Saints day, isn't that a misnomer. He was born at 39 weeks, I knew something was wrong from the moment I got pregnant. I had every test done, bothered my OB every week with questions and he kept telling me that everything was fine. I knew, whatever you call it, I knew.
Now, I finally find peace in reading some still born blogs, please give me back my heart, comments on my resurfacing, and a few others. Always annomously following, my privacy means a lot to me. Especially now. One in particular struck my heart, made me feel as if I had a soul mate, it was called a charmed life and suddenly after not reading it for a few weeks it vanished, gone private. I feel as if I have lost a life line in Charmy's blogs. She was a blood sister, a woman I could totally relate to. Although I didn't have triplets, I have two little ones running around and now her voice is gone from my life. I followed her blog and found sollice in the words she wrote. Now I must find my own voice and learn to grow without her. I am sorry she has blocked me out, I have no way of figuring out how to become a part of her blog. So now Instead of just following I must open my heart, I must begin to heal, I have to. I must voice my words.
I will continue my story of my life and my lost Saint, his soul lives on in my life......I will not fade, I must live to validate his existence, my lost St. Simon.
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