Not counting the plethora of miscarriages (not saying that miscarrying isn't tragic in its own right, it's just a bit different), there are still several angels in my family. There are five I can name readily, whose parents are still living (going back to great-grandparents there are a whole lot more).
My cousin Josh lost one of his twin boys to SIDS last year at 6 months.
Cora was stillborn.
My mother's brother and wife lost a baby (early 3rd trimester?) shortly after birth
My parents' first was stillborn in the second trimester.
My father's parents lost a little girl shortly before her 3rd birthday.
My mother's parents' first little boy was stillborn
But I never even fathomed that it could have happened to me. Even with a family history of loss, I just never imagined that it would have happened. I expected to miscarry (as crazy as that sounds), but once I got to the big ultrasound and everything was perfect, I just assumed I'd get a baby out of it. After all, stillbirths didn't happen any more unless there was something wrong with the baby right?
I mean, Lynn (my mother's brother) was the only other angel in my history (Josh's baby doesn't count, he died after I lost Cora) that there wasn't some sort of physical problem involved and that was nearly 60 years ago. I truly thought that modern medicine had gotten to the point where babies didn't die before they were born anymore, unless they were sick. And Cora wasn't sick.
Of course, I know better now. I look down the list of Cora's angel friends and very many of them both mother and baby were perfectly healthy. It makes me sick almost, to think that it's still so very common.