May 24th and another day

Well, yesterday came and went and was rather uneventful. Other than a moth fluttering around my living room, an ancient symbol of a disembodied soul, the day was like any other. Chris and I will be going to the cemetery on Friday afternoon simply because trying to get to the cemetery mid-week is crazy at best. Hopefully we will have Jenny's memorial stone in place soon and the visits will have a slightly more tangible meaning. I think loosing Jenny was hardest because of the medical reason as to why we lost her; her placenta failed, plain and simple. But in that simple statement lies the most pain. The placenta is the lifeline for the growing baby. The expectation is that the placenta will do its job while mom does her best to eat right, take her vitamins, stay away from toxic stuff like paint fumes and cigarette smoke. Basically be healthy and the baby will grow. But in Jenny's case the one most fundamental element after conception was the problem. And worse, we didn't even know anything was seriously wrong; we knew she was small but we just assumed that our dates were off. So much for assumptions! We had a couple more very early losses (4 & 6 weeks) after Jenny and so, with Morgan, we became hyper vigilant and cautious. It was a lot of work and a lot of stress and a LOT of Doctor appointments and in the end we have a beautiful little girl. As I've said before having Morgan makes me miss Jenny; I really wonder if they would have resembled one another. Odd thoughts but that's the way it is sometimes.