Well, that was a nice run of allowing anyone in the world to comment on my blog posts without identifying themselves. Sorry folks. From here on out, you must identify yourself through a registered account (Google or otherwise) in order to comment on my writing.
After the two horrifyingly cruel comments left on my last post, this is an open space no more. I wouldn't be at all surprised if the commenter isn't the same asshole from the last time this happened...the messages were very much in the same vein. Obviously this person has never lost a baby in the second or third trimester. Believe you me, I'm not the one who needs perspective here. At all.
I have spared you, my darling fellow BLMs - and my family and close friends who read here, follow, and love Paul and me and our twins - from the hate in those posts. This month - and this season - have been hard enough on all of us. You certainly don't need someone else's poisonous comments to further degrade what little shreds of hope and love for fellow man you may have left. I know I don't.
And, for those of you who haven't been here long or have popped over from another forum, a reminder: this is my sacred space. Writing is one of the ways I process my grief. Besides having been diagnosed with postpartum depression six months after our loss, I was also diagnosed with PTSD, although I only found out in the last several weeks. I am discovering, unfortunately, new grief triggers all the time through my new pregnancy, and I write about those. If things I write don't strike a familiar chord, or don't resonate in some way, you are more than welcome to move on.