Somehow I get sucked into the world of blogs, and go from blog to blog to blog to blog of people I don't even know. I'm assuming that's how I found this one: http://ourowncreation.wordpress.com/. I thought I was heartbroken after my two miscarriages. But it must be so much harder to carry a baby (or two in her case) long enough to feel kicks. So much harder to give birth and meet that beautiful face. So much harder to watch a tiny baby overcome so many obstacles in their short life, only to die after all. With me, I was sad about losing a future child. But so many people lose a child that they have met, prepared for, cared for, and loved. With all the stories out there about how so many preemies born at 24, 25, 26 weeks survive, sometimes I forget that many don't. I think I'm grateful that I didn't lose a baby I'd already met. Am I still sad? Of course. But it puts it into perspective a little bit.