Saturday, January 9, 2016 was my due date for baby #2.
Not long after I learned of the pregnancy, my sister-in-law Amy was visiting from Chicago. While here, she purchased a wishing stone with the word “health” inscribed on it and gave it to me for the baby. I placed it on top of my dresser and looked at it often during the following weeks. When I miscarried, I wasn’t sure what to do with the stone, and so it remained in its place.
I felt that Saturday was a good time to give it a more permanent home. We went to the reflecting pool at the base of the Lincoln Memorial, tossed the stone in the water, and said goodbye to the baby we never got to know.
It is our hope that by washing away the poor health of the last pregnancy, good health will find us in the future.