Well, it has been two months since we lost our precious little one and I no longer cry every day. I am learning to maneuver through the waves of grief. It's not over, but the intensity has begun to dissipate. For a while, all I wanted to do was crawl into a cave and sleep all day and all night. I felt so alone. And it seemed that my only comfort was reading stories of others who had gone through the same pain and grief . Reminders seem to be everywhere. I continue getting baby updates from online companies even after I have unsubscribed. I secretly weep when I see pregnant women. It seems like the whole world is expecting a baby...apart from me. I have packed up the few baby items I purchased and tucked them away for another time. The painful details are replayed in my head over and over. I remember the sonographer's face when the tumors were found. The expression on the doctor's face when she told me I was hav...