Today was my scheduled csection for the baby that we lost this summer. It's hard to think about how I should be snuggling a newborn in the hospital - counting tiny fingers and toes. I became pregnant again this fall. While we are, of course, excited for this new life, we are still mourning our loss today. None of my close friends can relate or understand. So they don't really know how to show support. I think some assume that since I am pregnant again that it somehow cancels out the pain. I guess I'm sharing on here to remember our baby, April, on what should be her birthday. And I'm sharing to experience peace through writing and finding solidarity.