I can never truly put into words what Boston’s death did to me. It made time different. It made my perspective on life different. It made EVERYTHING different. I was no longer who I was. How could I be? It has taken me many years to find my place in the world after the lose of a baby. It often comes with uncomfortable moments and conversations with people because we like to ask people about their family! And that’s okay! I used to hate the “how many kids do you have” question. I never knew how to answer. But now, I understand most people mean well and are curious! They may not expect you to say your baby died but when you do this, it brings awareness and education to a topic that affects so many!!! It’s an unfortunate fate I’ve had to except for myself. And it’s just as painful as your soul could allow you to imagine, times a million. It truly is unimaginable pain. I watched a friend go through it a couple years before me. Talk about humbling. I think of him everyday still. I don’t think I’ll ever not think of him. I may not have gotten to yell his name or get to know him, or watch him grow, or know his eye color, but he’ll always be my baby, my son, my Boston. My baby may have died but a mother’s love doesn’t. If you made it this far thank you so much for reading! I look forward to reading others stories. #iam1in4 #breakingthesilence #pregnancylossawareness #miscarriagesupport #lifeaftermiscarriage #thisismymotherhood #lossmom #babylosscommunity #fyp