Yesterday I read a blog post written ’bout one of the five stages of grief,
I placed a like on the post, refrained from comment as I sat and reflected
on my own life’s hardships.
The question: ‘How many children do you have?’ asked in person, answer
required on resumes and employment applications, questionnaires, etc.
I’ve always found a bit baffling with response.
I wanted to know the correct reply, so this morn was off to Google search.
In record time I found:
A stillbirth doesn’t count as there is no birth certificate. Although I
was pregnant four times and delivered four children, I should answer the
question asked above with the number ‘three’. I understand the
concept only to actually respond void of one seems like an insult to
On a positive note, I discovered I gave birth to three different categories
The descriptive adjectives all revolve around the brother who never
breathed outside the womb.
1. My daughter, forever 28, is considered a ‘sunshine’ baby, a child born
before the loss.
2. My son, born on the exact same date as his brother near exact to the
minute, two years later is referred to a as a ‘rainbow’ baby, the symbol
of renewal and hope.
3. Last is the ‘angel’ baby, the stillbirth – stillborn.
Child number four born late in life I’ve always made reference to as
my ‘surprise package’.
I’m perturbed as no idea how my text turned red without my hitting the
I think I’ll chuckle, hit the publish button and see what happens. 😊🤣