Rainbow Baby

I just found this online and I LOVE it. Here's to our rainbow baby! We can't wait to meet you (but stay in there until everything is developed and it is safe to come out)!
Rainbow babies: In some circles, babies born to families after the loss of a child are referred to as "Rainbow Babies." The idea is that the baby is like a rainbow after a storm. "Rainbow Babies" is the understanding that the beauty of a rainbow does not negate the ravages of the storm. When a rainbow appears, it doesn't mean the storm never happened or that the family is not still dealing with its aftermath. What it means is that something beautiful and full of light has appeared in the midst of the darkness and clouds. Storm clouds may still hover but the rainbow provides a counterbalance of color, energy and hope.

To all my fellow angel baby mamas, I'm praying for you to receive your rainbow babies also! There are so many of you trying so hard. Each month that passes for you makes me sad. Just think of it as your angels taking their time to choose the perfect child to enter your world. I don't know if that brings you peace or not, but I hope it does. I know Sylvia helped with this baby. She must have been lucky and just ran into the perfect soul quickly (before I even thought I was ready), but we are sooooooo thankful for this blessing.

On our anniversary (Aug. 28), Andy and I were walking through Galena window shopping. There was a plaque with a quote that struck me... It went something like this.. "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain." That is what we are doing. Sunlight is starting to peek through, but I think it will be after the holidays that we truly see it. In fact, I think when our Rainbow baby comes (that is what I'm calling him/her now), that is when we'll allow the sun to shine again. Rainbow baby, such hope and promise lies in your arrival. We love you now--just as fully as we love our other babies. You are a part of us. I'm reminded of one more quote. It was attached to an Isabelle Bloom statue of a mother and her sleeping baby that my mom gave me for Mother's Day. I think the poem is called "Love at First Sight."
Before you were conceieved, you were wanted.
Before you were born, you were loved.
Before you were here an hour, we would have died for you.
There's probably more to it, but I can't think of it at this moment. Anyhow, we look forward to the hope coming our way in our Rainbow Baby!