A little, thanks. It hurts, though. Deep hurt that I just have to accept. It's also hard for me to accept that something really was wrong in my past. It doesn't seem fair and it's scary because my parents both loved me very much! T says it's either the incubator but that was only 2 weeks, or my mother's anxiety. Or both. There's no use wondering about the cause anymore. It just adds to my grief!