tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528331532701098999.post7966479899285854109..comments2022-11-24T06:16:33.276-08:00Comments on Isabel Hope: The boxDebrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203335392569146951noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528331532701098999.post-90163452651786543332007-10-25T15:54:00.000-07:002007-10-25T15:54:00.000-07:00Sarah, It's comforting to know that these feelings...Sarah, <BR/><BR/>It's comforting to know that these feelings are normal. Not that I thought they were wrong, but I guess it's just reassures me to know. <BR/><BR/>Unfortunately, I wasn't nursing when Isabel died. My milk came in on the day of her funeral. It was really sad for me. I've nursed all the kids and it's so special. When my milk came in it was so bittersweet, like adding insult to injury. But my body didn't know there was no baby to feed. I know it was normal, just hard.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01203335392569146951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528331532701098999.post-58708587448579431852007-10-25T13:58:00.000-07:002007-10-25T13:58:00.000-07:00Oh and I totally identify with what you said about...Oh and I totally identify with what you said about your DD being a comfort to you to hold and cuddle. My son was 14 mo old when I lost our youngest, and since he was still nursing (and still is!), it has given me great comfort to hold him, rock him, and nurse him. I'm sure it helped me with physical recovery as well, since my breasts didn't get engorged after my loss and nursing surely helped my uterus shrink back to size.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528331532701098999.post-65842555589985371332007-10-25T13:46:00.000-07:002007-10-25T13:46:00.000-07:00I know it sounds crazy, but I really have written ...I know it sounds crazy, but I really have written in my journal and/or blog so many things you have written about your Isabel. Several of my friends bought me a memorial necklace from www.myforeverchild.com and I felt the same way about it that you do about the bracelet. It acknowledged that my son was real, is real, that I didn't dream up the whole thing. It also validates, to me, that my grief is real and justifiable.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com