tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214358853640360621.post7710442296215257798..comments2024-02-28T05:22:16.853-05:00Comments on I Won't Fear Love: Just KiddingJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214358853640360621.post-21077389728422549572007-05-08T14:28:00.000-04:002007-05-08T14:28:00.000-04:00I am 40 years old and when I was 6 my mother went ...I am 40 years old and when I was 6 my mother went into labour prematurely with my brother - the fourth of four children. He died within an hour of birth. His name was Charles. My parents didn't talk about it. It was almost taboo until many years later when they finally placed a stone on his grave and publically acknowledged both his birth and his death. As an adult I am still struggling with the loss of that little boy that I so desperately wanted to be a sister to. I was picking a middle name for a boy if my last child had been a boy and completely broke down when I was trying to explain to my husband why the only name possible was Charles. My parents were very sad and I don't think they realized how much it affected us. As long as you realize that it does affect your child and talk about your loss and her loss and allow her to express her feelings I think she will "heal." Talking helps so much with so many things in life. I know we needed to talk.<BR/>Heather AnnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214358853640360621.post-31818379769885721362007-04-16T13:59:00.000-04:002007-04-16T13:59:00.000-04:00Thanks, Lori. That's what I keep telling myself-- ...Thanks, Lori. That's what I keep telling myself-- they will all be better people because of this. <B>IF</B> we don't screw it up.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214358853640360621.post-74618589218149953832007-04-16T11:44:00.000-04:002007-04-16T11:44:00.000-04:00My sons were 5 and 8 when Molly and Joseph died, s...My sons were 5 and 8 when Molly and Joseph died, so they were pretty aware of what had happened. My 8 year old was old enough to feel self-conscious about his reactions, and kept his emotions very under wraps. But in my subsequent pregnancy he would ask me after every doctor appointment, "Do they think she will make it?" Once I got past about 28 weeks he would ask me frequently, "If she were born now, could she survive?" It was pretty sad to have such a young boy so aware of how tenuous the beginning of life can be.<BR/><BR/>But I will also say that I believe my boys came through that time healthy and strong. They have an awareness I wish they didn't have to have, but in the long run it will probably only make them more compassionate young men. I hope so.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05528541804521203406noreply@blogger.com