Day 11 - Altar
I don't have an altar honoring my baby. I have my tree and I have a blue stone heart next to my bed. And that feels like enough for me.
Day 12 - Music
Day 13 - Season
The season I associate with my baby is the end of winter/beginning of spring. That is when we lost her - March 7. Here in California, the beginning of March can feel like spring. Its when my tree sprouts. Its when some flowers start blooming. There can be days of cold and rain and a gorgeous, warm, sunny day the next. Even now, seven years later, March 7 is a sad day for me. I feel a little more tired, a little quiet.
This was our gorgeous jasmine plant at our old house - the house we lived in when we lost the baby. When it bloomed you could smell it a half a block away. I took this picture at the beginning of April in 2009. We were doing our third round of IUI with injectables and I was feeling tired, discouraged, angry. But not his day, the sun was shining, the jasmine was blooming and I felt happy for a moment and hopeful. And that was the month we got pregnant with Finn.