Will It Ever Get Better?

Its been four years since Ruby...four years since I found out I was pregnant with her...and almost four years since I found out she wouldn't live once she was born.  I carried her anyway...for 8 months, doing my best to give her every chance at survival, but in the end, it wasn't enough.

Some days are better than others...and some days are a heck of a lot worse.

I won't whine or moan about it...but I miss her...I miss what might have been.