Danielle, grief waves come and go for me. I actually refer to them sometimes as grief bursts. Sometimes they happen when I least expect it. Wishing you peace.
Caleb came early at 21 weeks. He was tiny, but really perfect. He had his dad's big feet. We have pictures of him where his little feet stick out of the blanket. I treasure his little feet prints we have. He probably would have had my nose. Such a cute little profile. I was in love with him from moment one. Talking to him, singing to him, begging God that I be able to keep him. I bought a cheap fetal heart monitor and around week 14 began checking on him every day. In my weeks of bed rest hearing his strong heartbeat was a comfort. My husband cared for me and Caleb in the weeks of bedrest. The love for both of us so apparent. He named him and also gave him my Dad's name as a middle name. My Dad met Caleb in heaven. It's my biggest comfort knowing his grandpa is there with him.