A friend of mine, whose baby sister was stillborn, tells me I'm "doing well". Her mom went off the deep end and well- I don't seem to have. I guess the definition of doing well after losing a child is that you don't go crazy. It really is crazy making- the though in the back of your mind that you should somehow be able to re-work reality, the phantom stuff, whether phantom kicking or crying. You feel like you're losing it, but somehow you get through each day.