I have been keeping myself very busy lately trying to stay away from becoming depressed.  Well, today was a rainy day and there was not much for me to do with my daughter after work.  I cried some more and began to realy miss my baby.  I suppose it is good to cry at times because I need to come to acceptance.  I need to deal with the pain now and not surpress it.  I just wish this never had to happen to anyone.  Yesterday the music teacher at the school I work for came up to tell me that she had just found out and how sorry she was.  She shared with me that she had had 3 miscarriages, one at 6 weeks, one at 4 and a half months and a still birth at 9 months.  This all happened before her first child was born.  I admire her strength and courage and her sharing this painful experience with me.  I cannot tell myslef enough how grateful I am for my 3 year old daughter.  I took my pregnancy and healthy birth with her for granted.  I am so grateful for having brought her into this world.  I love her beyond words.  I have learned that I should never take for granted the blessings that have come into my life.