Even though it doesn’t make sense I am so fucking relieved to get past 22 1/2 weeks. This is when WTF’s (complicated mama’s) baby died. Although the confluence of events leading up to her delivering a dead baby were complex and totally unrelated to anything we are experiencing, we have half the genetic material of her kids AND I was there for that birth and it was…traumatic, to say the least. So.
I am exhaling a little more as we pass 22 1/2 weeks. I am also remembering Little Charlotte, especially because, I am realizing just as I’m typing this, that our baby will be exactly the same age as LC was when she died, today. She died the day before New Years eve, 2 years ago at 22 1/2 weeks. Our baby is 22 1/2 weeks, today.