Last night Dh & I watched Jun.o. We knew what the basic plot was & still chose to watch it. Overall it was a sweet, witty story, but we knew it could be upsetting, it was about a pregnant girl afterall.
Near the end, there was a scene - the girl & her boyfriend were laying in the hospital bed together, the baby had been born but wasn't in the room with them. (I don't want to ruin the story for anyone who wants to see it.) Just that image brought DH & me back to the night we lost Sara - the 2 of us holding each other in a hospital bed, crying, I was no longer pregnant, we were heart-broken.