you might want to consider seeing a doctor to talk about it i am sorry for your loss the old saying time heals all isnt true it is a hard loss that most never get over. on a positive note your lil girl will always have a guardian angel watching over her from above. that is how i look at it when i lost my lil son last year.

Hi,

I'm so sorry for your loss. I too have been in your shoes. My husband and I lost our son three weeks before I was due to give birth. I truly can relate to the emotions you are feeling. It has been 4 years since my son's passing and I cry about what happened to him frequently, mostly when I'm alone. Probably because I have to keep my head up for my other kids, and because I don't want to subject them to any more pain than they have already endured. I find it hard to comprehend why such things happen, especially to us parents who do the best we can to provide uncondiditonal love to our children, but as "they" say, everything happens for a reason ( I really hate that statement; what could the reason possibly be?), sometimes it's hard to understand what that reason is, but I know for sure that when it is my time, that will be the first thing I ask the man/woman above.
I just wanted to say that you are not alone. I am truly sorry about what happened to your baby boy. I think it is a very comendable thing to come here and express your feelings, as hard as that is.
If you ever need to "talk", please feel free to private message me anytime.

Christina

Almost another year later, I'm doing pretty good. My daughter turned 2 in May and she's doing great. Running all over the place, saying a few words, wanting everything her way, getting into things she shouldn't when we turn our back for 5 seconds. A perfect little 2 year old!!
My daughter was really a super highlight in my mom's life. Her only surviving grandchild. She would come out to visit pretty often from Illinois to Colorado. I would send frequent pictures and videos to her to see the baby growing and turning into a little person. She couldn't come out to visit that often because she had cancer and had frequent trips for treatments she had to make. I had always planned to drive my daughter out to Illinois when she was 2 or 3 in the summer time. My mom looked forward to seeing her grow up and turn into a beautiful young woman. To see her go to college and all those great things.
Unfortunately, my mom passed away recently when she lost her battle with cancer. My mom was my closest friend. She is the one who helped the most with trying to get through the pain of my son's death.
When she was dieing (we knew several days before her death that she wasn't going to make it), I thought and tried to figure out who was going to help me get through the death of my mom when my mom was always the one who was there to help with all the difficult things when something happened in my life.
I couldn't really think of anyone. My dad and sisters, of course. But they were going through their own pains and we sort of helped each other as much as we can.

When I got back home to Colorado and had to get back to my life's routines with my family while everyone else stayed in Illinois and tried to adjust to the tragic loss, I felt alone like I had noone. And guess who stepped up and got me through it. My great daughter, Lindrielle. She wouldn't let me feel sad. She's always so cute, laughing, playing, doing little things that astonish me as a father. She's so smart and intuitive. One day, when she truly understands, I'll have to thank her for all that she had done for me. All that she had no idea of right now. I thank God for her. Without her, I don't know what I would have done.