The Valley of the Shadow of Death

We lost our sweet tiny baby around 14 wks. Nothing compares to the anguish of this. My heart refuses to be comforted. When will this end? How within only a 2 month period can your heart handle one of your own little girls being raped and beaten at knife point and then continue on only weeks later to lose a baby that is so loved, so wanted, so much already a part of our family. This baby that already had a name and a place among our family. How does one continue to carry on, to live normally? The anguish seems unbearable, this hurt....pain...so far reaching that it engulfs all of life.

Edited in 2013 to add: 

Due to the intense interest of what occurred in our family, questions being asked of us, and where the story begins....this blog post is the beginning of it becoming mentioned anywhere to anyone. Though the event with our daughter took place in mid July this blog post was written only days after we discovered we had lost our little boy at 14 wks gestation. All of the pain seemed too much to bear and the journey becomes words at this point. The road of devastation and eventual healing begins at this post on the blog.  Intimate details of what occurred that night are not made known and probably will never be made known. At some point in life, we may come to the point where we are at peace with telling exactly what took place but, as of now, we do not feel it necessary to share anymore than what has already been shared here and in an effort to continue to protect her privacy. We will eventually give her the choice of how much of her story is shared to the public. If it ever is it will be solely as an effort to help other victims.