Baby Boy Schroeter was due August 27th, 2017. He was delivered too soon, and Still, at 7 months, three days after our baby shower.  We don't have any answers as to what happened. We only know that he was perfect, or as the autopsy said, "unremarkable". In a desperate attempt, we have found some form of comfort to have held him, say goodbye, and marvel at his beautiful, "remarkable"  resemblances to Tom's nose and my lips. Although we'll never see if he had the family green eyes to match mine and Tom's, his Grandfather, Meme, and Great Grandmother. 

To every mother with empty arms, or anyone who has buried a baby, you know that it's not heart breaking, it's life altering and heart shattering. You are broken and incomplete. There is a before and after, and we will never be the same. 

To the friends and family who consistently stood by and patiently led me through the darkest of days, I am forever grateful. You kept my shattered heart beating. ? 

"I can't imagine. People continued to say this to me and I agreed with them. It was all I could do to live through the moments when it hurt so much. In the depths of acute grief, I did not think I would be capable of growing any stronger. As excruciating days turned into weeks and then months, I realized I could imagine because I was living it. I had gained strength just by surviving. 'Let me fall if I must fall. The one I become will catch me.'"

? Impacting, educating, and saving lives because he couldn't live his. Missing our baby cub, our angel, Baby Boy Schroeter.