Bad Yogi: I Lost My Son But He Left Me With These Lessons

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Two weeks ago, on March 2, my husband and I lost our baby. He was 18 weeks old and was stillborn in the hospital. I’ve thought long and hard about how I want to write about this traumatic event in our lives, and I don’t want to write about it in a depressing context.

In the days following, life was a blur and time became a contradiction. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, yet the world continued spinning rapidly around us. In between bouts of crying and anxiety, I told my husband I did not want to think of our son William only in death. I didn’t want to associate his name and face with the worst day of our lives. The last thing I would want for my son would be that his short life be part of the darkest time in ours. Our little boy brought us so much light, love, and happiness, and that is how we choose to remember him.

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