Today has been a year since we lost our little Jude. The problems started at the beginning of April and concluded today very early in the morning, one year ago. I am filled with complex, confusing emotions as I grieve the loss of our second child while I feel the movements of our third child inside of me and watch our first child play in front of me.
I do not anticipate having too many quiet moments today to allow myself to think and remember and cry. Being a mother doesn't allow for too many of those moments. And yet... it is the situation of being a mother that causes the grief and the need for solitude and silence.
I am feeling a little overwhelmed today ...
