Four years ago today was Thanksgiving Day. It was also the day that, after eighteen long hours of labor, I delivered my son Matthew stillborn.
I knew going into labor that he wasn't alive, but that didn't make the time go any faster or the pain any less. He was perfect and beautiful and will always, always be close to my heart. We later learned from Matthew's autopsy that I had a blood clot in my cord.
Until we meet again, I spend my time trying to fill the days of the two little ones I was able to bring home with smiles, laughter, and unconditional love. My cup runneth over.