Recognition of life is something that is close to my heart. Not many people know, but in many places birth certificates are not issued if a baby does not take one breath or have one single heartbeat once they are delivered. Even if a baby passes during birth at 40 weeks, they will not receive a birth certificate. I could never comprehend how a baby could not have a birth certificate, but could receive a death certificate. Doesn’t someone have to live in order to die?! To some, a certificate may not seem like a big deal, but to mothers who suffer such unspeakable loss… this adds to the immense pain that accompanies such loss. We cling to everything that we can associate with our baby and we yearn for the world to acknowledge that their lives (though brief) mattered. They lived, they are real, and they matter. We carried them, we love them, and we birthed them. They were born into this world, just not the way we wanted them to be. I place a lot of emphasis on the importance of my son’s life, not his death. To me, his life mattered and touched so many hearts and that by far outweighs the tragedy of his death.