I think the bleeding is finally trailing off. I'm so relieved. I can't believe all that has transacted in a week. I feel like it has happened to someone else at this point. I feel bad for her but am not really experiencing many feelings about this right now. I found the five stages of grief online...not really in denial, not angry, not bargaining, not depressed...I just kind of skipped to acceptance. Now I'm just ready to get on with the business of waiting: waiting to return to a regular cycle, then waiting to start trying, then waiting to get (hopefully) pregnant. What a scary moment that will be.
Out of all of this, I love and treasure Ace even more, if that is possible. I kiss him more and tell him I love him even more. I love touching his little skin and cheeks and holding him and watching him just be a healthy, happy little boy. Children are a gift - they aren't a right.
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