I went upstairs to play with some beads I'd gotten from a group of pregnant moms i'm part of when I realized that one of the beads is from a woman whose baby died during labour. It was accompanied by a poem about being a birthing goddess. If anyone has the strength of a goddess it is the woman who births her child knowing she will never hear him cry or see him smile.
I hope you find peace, gratefulbambina.
(Here is a link to Grateful's blog)