While it felt like such a victory to be in that place, to see our little guy wearing the physical remembrance of our dreams, of our goals, of our hopes, it also felt like a punch to the gut, to tell us that while we are so incredibly grateful to have Elliott here, we also have two big pieces missing in the puzzle of our family. I was so touched to have Elliott wearing something that originally should have been his sister’s, to have that moment where it felt like the normal act of hand me downs between siblings came into play, but yet so hurt and sad that it had taken over three years to be able to use that onesie.