This is an awesome thread!
I firmly believe we all have a guide in this life sometimes more than one.
When I was younger and newly engaged we wanted babies. Try try try. No luck. Lost every one within the first month or so. Then one took

Twins
apparently! I was at work and stated miscarrying...I was very calm though through the entire ordeal (even though I knew what was happening and dreaded
it).
To the hospital I went where three Not just one physician told me with no uncertainty that I had miscarried. I knew in my heart and soul I was still
pregnant and for the first time (ever) I prayed (and I am NOT religious although highly spiritual) to stop bleeding.
Within a half an hour it was like nothing happened, cramps and pain stopped, bleeding stopped and I felt (knew) 100% sure I was still pregnant.
On my way out the last doctor I saw sneered and told me "we'll see you back in a week when you develop toxemia..." (I refused a D & C adamant that
I was still pregnant).
My fiance had left for the Marines the week prior and didn't come home till I was well into the third month of pregnancy so I was RIGHT!
On my way out of the ER that night I felt a hand on my arm...very warm and not at all frightening. I didn't even look it felt so "normal" I just
smiled all the way home.
Pretty sure mine is male though I wonder if it has always been a male ?
I never thought to ask for a name? Funny huh?
As for the question raised about the loss of a child and the meaning or purpose...the meaning is as simple as could be: cherish every moment
regardless of time.
Stars for the OP and a

