Now listen to me honey.
I don't call myself a faithful Christian. In fact some of my antics sometimes would probably have me think the opposite. What I do believe is that everything happens for a reason. Even when we feel life can't get any worse, somehow it always seems to lift us out of some horribly dark corners. I lost a baby at almost 12 weeks, and the night I m/c I was in a nightclub. Yes, a nightclub - for many months I could not forgive myself for what I did to my baby. My DH told me, during one of my many nights of crying myself to sleep) that we have ourselves an angel watching over us, and when it comes time to welcome our baby in the world we have one extra set of hands with god helping to guide the little one into the world. I know it seems corney to some, and coming from my DH it meant the world to me, as he doesn't have a religious bone in his body.
There could have been something wrong with the pregnancy, it may have not been his time to come yet.
Trust me sweetie - you can blame yourself for the rest of your life, and things will never change. He will still be gone and you will have given your life to grief. Or you can remember that he is always with you, and although you may not hold him, you can always talk while he will listen.
