Silent.

I haven't posted on here for a while, because my last post was such a positive one, amongst all the negative and heartwrenching other posts, that I wanted to leave it up there for a while.  Before I decided to post here today, I flipped through all the posts, and reflected on this journey.  Our story of Quinn has almost come to its year mark.  From the time we found out about him as a little bean deep in my belly, to a broken foot at 8 weeks playing soccer, to our announcement of him at Thanksgiving, to the excitement of welcoming the year 2009, to me finally showing, to Frank finding out he was going to have a son, to our eventual loss of our first born child.  Seven months have passed since February, and...well, I'm at a loss for words, really.

Frank and I have held tight to each other - the 23 weeks we had Quinn we held each other in excitement.  The last 7 months we've held each other in anguish.  We have now had a lost baby longer than we had one with a heartbeat.