I know I haven't been writing in here as often as I have been. Since I have returned back to work, I have been so tired. My days are better. When I see the babies at work it does not bother me as much. I find though when I hear a newborn cry that is what gets to me. When Faith was born she didn't cry, and her eyes were closed. The only movement I saw was her mouth and I could tell she was gasping for air. I wanted to breathe some air into her. If only I did, I might have had more than 12 minutes. As I have said before those 12 minutes were precious.
Am I still angry at God? No, not anymore.
Anna
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