I've been googling austin stillbirth support, what have you been up to?
When I started this whole pregnancy quest, sitting here at the end of April with cabbage leaves on my engorged breasts the day after my stillborn son's funeral was certainly not on my radar. I didn't even consider the possibility as I was driving to the hospital on Monday afternoon. Yet, here I sit, as the farty smell of cabbage leaves fills my nose.
I think I will take to my bed. At least I have prescriptions for vicodin and ambien to help in that effort.