Hi everyone,
My signiture says it all. Two great kids and three HG miscarriages. I have been struggling and struggling with the decision to go forward or stop. Meanwhile we had TONS of old baby clothes stored in the garage in plastic bags which I could not bear to give away. On the other hand, the clothes made me cry every time I saw them.
Well a rat moved into our garage and by the time we discovered him, he had eaten through the bags and made himself very comfortable among my precious things. Needless to say, they were discusting and nothing I would ever put on a baby no matter how many times we washed them. So I finally had to get rid of them. In away I am grateful to the little rodent. He helped me take a step that probably needed taking.
Of course, we still had to kill him.



