Well for me it wasn't until after all the "festivities" of losing a child were over, when the house was silent, when i had just had a baby but was sleeping through the night. When i had no crying, when there were no late night calls to my mother for help. I knew i was a 'Bereaved' mother when the people who had saw me pregnant and asked about her or ran the opposite way for fear of reminding me that my daughter DIED! Like i could ever forget. But For me reality set in when I walked into a perfectly prepared room and realized that there was no baby, no life, no Kennedy.
This child i had prepared for, longed to hold, learned about her condition, was no longer HERE. That's when My faith was Lost, that when i became angry that i couldn't have MY CHILD. But other who did drugs, mistreated, plainly didn't deserve children, got to have THEIRS. I was so angry. I was then I knew I was a "Bereaved" mother. This child i had constructed within my womb was no longer MINE.
