Part of me excepts it as life and understands that everything happens for a reason and my baby is somewhere sade but then part of me wants to hate anyone whos pregnant or has a healthy baby or had kids they never wanted or newly pregnant. and i wamt to go around raining on peoples parades because mine got rained on.. im trying to be my normal kknd hearted self because i know after every storm there is a rainbow but its kind of hard when God has taken the two people ive loved more than anyone, 1 year after another