One week after giving birth to Leo, Dave and I went to Thompson Lake in Maine. We went to be surrounded and enveloped in serene beauty. We went to begin healing.
This was the place I took myself when I was laboring. I envisioned the peaceful calm of the water, the warmth of the sun on my shoulders and the towering strength of crowded trees with light shimmering through their branches.
I found out Leo had died the morning of July 17. After three long, slow days of being induced, my body kicked into active labor and I gave birth to Leo July 20, 6:55 am.
So far, the three saddest days of my life.
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