A warm hello to you all,
I never thought I'd end up sharing the loss of a child yet here I am eager to let everyone know about the existence of my beautiful boy C.J. I was 22 weeks when I went into preterm labor, delivered my baby but went home with empty hands. I never knew how severe both physical and emotional pain felt until I held my dying baby in my arms and couldn't do anything to help him live. I do find some comfort knowing that I got to meet him, held him, told him I loved him and gave him my blessing. Everyone tells me that God's plan is perfect but it's so hard to see it that way feeling the way I do. I'm incomplete....I miss him so much.