Mr. President, I would call them bereaved. And thank you for the recognition.
But more than anything I fight to make sure my child is recognized. As a child. A baby. A full human being. It's a shame I have to fight for that understanding in our culture.
We never held Elijah with our arms, but I held him in my womb. We never heard Elijah's voice, but we cherished the sound of his heart. We are separated from him, but not for long.
Sometimes I wish for a picture better than an ultrasound to show people. They'd see all the body parts formed and fleshy in color. I think people just imagine blood and tissue when they picture him, and then it's easier to say goodbye, minimize, and forget. But I know he looked like a very tiny baby. Because he was. A sweet, sweet little baby.