A week ago today I was checking into the Labor and Delivery Ward so I could be induced. I had my son November 1st. I have given birth 3 times previously and yet this 4th time was the hardest because I had no baby to take home.

Because I was in my second trimester, the Funeral Home said there may not be any ashes because my son was so small. I have been on pins and needles for almost a week waiting for my son to be cremated. He was finally cremated yesterday. I never took pictures of my son which I kick myself in the butt everyday. I prepared myself that there wouldn't be anything left of my son.

Today I get the phone call from the Funeral Home I have been waiting for. The director informed me that they were ashes left. Obviously not alot but there was some. The Funeral Home never charged us a cent. Not for cremation and not even for the beautiful urn. My son is now "home" with me. I prayed to God everynight to please just give me something because other then a few sonogram pictures I had nothing.

I am so thankful, relieved, and I have some peace. This just means an awful lot to me and I just wanted to share this with my friends on here.

Thanks for all the support and listening!