Since then, my cousin Wendy - at 18 weeks - lost her little boy. She is doing as well as can be expected. She had a lot of time on bedrest before it happened, and did a lot of thinking about the potential "what-ifs" that have, sadly, come to pass.
When I first learned that Wendy was in the hospital (where she was for a few weeks), I was completely overcome with grief, both with the idea of losing my cousin (she'd lost a lot of blood), and with the knowledge of what she must be going through.
I said to my husband, as I tried to pull myself together, "Well, that's it then. That's why we went through some losses. It's so I can be there for Wendy." Someone I said that to thought it wasn't a very nice way to look at what I went through, but frankly, it comforted me. It gave reason to what had seemed like a most unreasonable situation.
In other news - our own news - we've had a couple of calls from our adoption agency. Two families have requested to look at our long profile, but ultimately did not choose us. It's frustrating, and a bit of a roller coaster, but it's also nice to know that people are checking us out.
