Kid Gloves
No one remembers our babies. At least not until someone in the family gets pregnant. Then its “don’t tell Stephanie” or “How do I tell her without hurting her” or “I don’t want to remind her that she lost a baby. She’s so fragile about the “incident”. NEWS FLASH: I don’t need your pregnancy announcement to remind me that I lost two babies! I think about them every day. I can tell you exactly how old they should be. I can tell you exactly what we should be doing today. Today is Saturday about 6:30 in the morning. Kayda would be 6 years old and Matthew would be a year and a half. I would have a kindergartner in school and a preschooler. My husband and I should be woken up on a Saturday in September by kids jumping on the bed asking for breakfast. The laundry would be piled up, dishes in the sink, and the bathroom in need of a good scrubbing. But instead, the kids and us would be getting up and getting breakfast and maybe watching a few Saturday morning cartoons before head...