I think about it now and there's a million things I would have said differently, but such is life. I told her we named him Trevor Michael; and that he was born alive but he was just too little to survive. I told her that Trevor is what made me want to start going to church and finding God. I told her that's why I am doing the March for Babies (which she then sponsored me for...I have reached my fundraising goal!) I told her she can tell anyone she wants, and that I am just so tired of hiding him. I showed her Trevor's Name In The Sand, and she thought it was beautiful. She cried, and I'm sure she's grieving now, too. But I am so relieved to be able to be honest with her. She told me (though I already knew) that she also lost a baby, and she was only 19, too. I never thought my own mother would be the one who could relate to me. She's glad she has a grandson, and she's only sorry that I felt I couldn't tell her. She said that she can't believe I've been going through this alone for so long. Neither can I. She also said if she ever sees "Nicholas" again, she's going to make him wish he'd never gotten out of bed that day. I don't blame her.
I'm exhausted; and I've got a long day tomorrow. But I had to share the news! I am so relieved, and I want to thank everyone who has encouraged me to get this far. I don't know what I would have done without your kind words and advice. I'll update again soon!



