Warning: I am cutting this entry because I know someone on my reading list has recently lost a child. I don't want you to have to read it if you aren't ready.

Last call night, O Best Beloved, was one of the longest nights of my life.
( Fetal demise. )

Beautiful girl, young for this to be her third baby. One of those shining pregnant girls who is only belly and cheeks and the glow of youth. Notes on the chart: baby up for adoption.
I am in the tail end of conversations, overheard whispers, words and thoughts and half-completed discussions. The adoptive parents are here, they will be at the ( Read more... )