My husband and I lost our baby in early February. A week later we found out my grandma (best friend, confidant, mentor), was terminally ill and only had a few months to live (damn cancer). We set aside our grief over our lost baby and stood by my grandma every step of the way, until Jesus took her peacefully as she held my hand on April 18th. I conceived two days before she passed away, on Easter Sunday (ovulation tests). I truly believe my grandmother sent me this rainbow baby 🌈👶🏻. I have to believe it. In her final days, she was delirious, she kept having hallucinations saying she could see the beautiful angels, she could see heaven and the beauty. She could talk to them in heaven.. perhaps she asked them to grant me a miracle? Where one life ends, another begins. Isn't my grandma gorgeous y'all? I wish she could have met our little one.