"Ada and I on the train at the Santa Barbara Zoo a few months after Benjamin's stillbirth," the author writes. "Parenting my daughter helped me get out of bed in the morning as I mourned my son." Courtesy of Alana SheerenMy husband and almost 3-year-old daughter came through the door to my hospital room with shining eyes. There was a sign on the door warning those about to enter that there was grief in this room instead of new life. She was too young to know when a stranger asks you how you are, you’re supposed to say, “I’m fine,” and move on.

Source: Huffington Post May 21, 2024 17:53 UTC