The Rainbow after the Storm
“How many pregnancies is this for you?” the nurse asked at our doctor appointment. I’ve always dreaded this question. I replied, “This is my third”. But nothing could prepare for the ton of bricks that hit me when she asked “How many living children?”. I KNOW, I have TWO children, I brought them into this world, through my body. But to have to say outloud, I only have one on Earthside, it gets me every time. It still hurts, ya know? It's been 8 months and I still shed tears every.single.day. Sometimes I can simply blink away the tears. And sometimes, they're silent tears. You know, the ones when you feel your throat start to tighten, and feel the lump growing with in. But you don't dare to blink, or speak, because if you do, you may fall to your knees, and won't be able to stop the flood gates from opening. Every day is not a bad day. I have lots of good days. I really do!But there is something within every day that whispers his name. Rainbow Baby: a bab