Sweet Milo

Although, it may sound crazy to some and normal to others, following a miscarriage and a D&C last week, I decided that the baby that I was carrying for twelve weeks, was indeed a boy and I named him Milo.  I don't have a clue if he really was a boy or not, but it has provided me with some form of comfort.

I thought those few friends and family members who read my blog would want to know that "Thing 4" won't be joining our family in June.  I went to my twelve week appointment last week and there was no heart beat.  To add a bit of humor to it all, I had all three of my children with me during the exam! It was supposed to be a simple appointment right?! It was devastating, however I had to put on my tough face and answer their sweet, tough questions.  It was a shock to us all.

We are saddened by the loss, but feel grateful for the entire experience.  I'm grateful to my Heavenly Father for putting competent doctors and medical providers in my path.  I'm grateful to Him for the energy and excitement that the new baby caused my sweet children.  I'm grateful for the Priesthood that my husband holds and his love for me and our family.  I'm grateful that I wasn't alone at all during the entire process.

We will always remember sweet Milo during the holiday season.  We have an ornament adorning our Christmas tree that we will always cherish.  We have all mourned for the loss, but we are all moving forward with life.  There is life to live and we are going to live it.

Thanks to all those who have prayed and cared for our little family.  We are grateful to you.  We are grateful to all of our friends and family who love us...no matter what.