Nine years ago I was holding my 2 day old baby- my little bridge between incredible life of my baby boy, and the heartbreaking death in New York. We were heading home from the hospital, recovering from being so so sick, taking in the loss of my homebirth, but so joyed by this child that would continue to grown into my son I am so proud of. We sheltered our selves in our nest, my milk came in, tears ran. Remembering . . .





