So, I finally found a memory box today that I love. I have been looking for weeks for the right one so I was excited to find it. I get home and start putting all the baby's stuff in it (u/s pics, photos from the hospital, footprints, outfits, a stuffed animal my BF bought while I was in the hospital, and a few other things), and I just completely broke down. I haven't cried that hard since right after everything happened. I really didn't expect it to make me so emotional for some reason. I am glad all of his things are in one special place now, though.
BFP on 1/1/11; pPROM at 19 weeks; Jameson Thomas born on 4/5/11 at 20 weeks.
Imagine a love so strong that saying hello and goodbye the same day was worth the sorrow.