Why I Call It a Stillbirth

I realize that technically Eva's death, at 19 weeks, was still considered a miscarriage, but my feeling is that when you birth your child and then hold her, kiss her head, look at her perfect little hands and feet, and have to decide when to hand her body over to the nurse knowing that you'll never see or touch her again, that's more than "just" a miscarriage. And having had two of those, I'm not making light of that loss, either.