As I sit here next to my dog Tucker, I feel empty. Even though the warmth of him touches my legs, my heart feels slightly cold.  . Only a few weeks ago, I felt filled with my baby, glowing with the thought of what was to come.  . I decorated my baby’s room and started to renovate my mind with excitement, nervousness (would I be a good mom?), strength, and heart banners of growing love. . I lost my baby at 6 weeks, right before Christmas. Then, the physical pain pricked my body and laboring thoughts of “empty grief” pulsated.  . Until I miscarried, I didn’t know how common this puncturing loss was. I didn’t know about this hidden grief that many women don’t talk about.  . Many of us who have experienced a miscarriage look down at a desolate basket once filled with bountiful Baby’s Breath.  . My baby’s breath budded a small bloom under my “soul sun” beautifying my life just for a miraculous moment.  . A miscarriage grief empties a part of your...