Time heals all wounds....

....or so they say. Tomorrow will be two weeks since Jason and I found out we lost the baby. Even as I write this all I want to do is cry but it has gotten better. A big help for Jason and I both has been school and football. We have our first week of school done and our first football game under our belts. While the game was far from the outcome we wanted it was a nice distraction.

It has only been two weeks but Jason and I have learned a lot from the experience. While I have never doubted that Jason was the one for me this has more the proven that too me. Jason and I have been through a lot in our short 4 years of marriage; both of us being jobless for six months to being evicted from our rental home to spending 3 years of our marriage trying for a baby. Not to mention the crazy life that is being a football family. This whole thing has solidify to me that Jason is my one and only. I can't imagine going through the process with anyone else.

Jason has been an amazing husband and care taker for the last two weeks. He actually took some time off of football, which is unheard of, to take care of me after my procedure. Even with his crazy schedule he has made sure that things are being done around the house and that life is just a little bit easier for me.

I know for me the changes we have made in the last two weeks has nothing to do with me being depressed or sad or recovering from the D&C. The changes have been made because Jason and I have realized how short life is and how we have to take advantage of every minute we have.

I have been fortunate enough in my life that I have never had a major loss in my life. Three of my grandparents are still living (the one that is gone died when my mother was in high school), both of my parents are still alive and married, all of my aunts and uncles are still with us. You get the picture. I am so lucky to still have all of my important people with me. Losing the baby has been the hardest thing I have every go through. It has defiantly put a new perspective on life for me.

In the end time does heal all wounds. I will never forget the baby we lost but I do think I will be able to move on with my life. We have learned more from the little life in two weeks then I have learned in all of my 26+ years.