On to the next part. I've been liberally using my anti-depressant essential oil blend, and am mostly numb now emotionally, which is nice. It was hard seeing all the big families and babies at Mass this morning, and I started having some pretty bad cramping on the way to Mass that lasted until just after it finished, but I managed to make it through with minimal tears. During the Mass, while enduring the pain on all levels (physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual), I was thinking about this last baby that we lost, who hadn't been named yet. I had previously looked at saint feast days in November (my due date was early November), and St. Margaret was one of the ones I liked. I was pretty sure the baby had been a girl, so I decided that her first name is Margaret. Then, I started looking at the beautiful rose colored vestments today for Laetare Sunday, and thought that Rose would be a fitting middle name, since it was Laetare weekend that I realized she was gone. So, our newest saint is named Margaret Rose. I thought it was very pretty...until I was yelling at the dog just now, and remembered that the dog's middle name is also Rose (my brain's still a little broken)...is that weird? I didn't name her after the dog, and totally forgot the dog's middle name was Rose when I came up with it. So, that's okay, right? Well, either way, that's her name now.
Charlotte Marie, pray for us!
Michael Austin, pray for us!
Margaret Rose, pray for us!
Our Lady of Sorrows, please pray for us!
God bless,
Dana