I don’t have the footprints to place on my dresser drawer. No special outfit I was able to dress you in, just one time. You left my body in a hurry, on your way to heaven you kissed me goodbye as I fell asleep mourning the time we never met.
This sign is all I have that signifies you, my son. And I’m grateful for the sweet friend that made it with love.
Today was infant loss remembrance day, but for this Mom it was just another day carrying his loss. I felt the same numbness to it all that I’ve felt very often.
Walking in the grocery store today, picking up 3 items for dinner that turns into 27 quickly, I had a sweet elderly woman ask me if the three in the cart were all mine,
” Yes, they sure are. I’m blessed aren’t I ? “
” Yes ma’am you are, you should make some more.”
We did. I did. I wanted to scream. I have four. One Two Three FOUR babies that have lived in my womb. Safe, warm and loved. They all heard the rhythm in which my heart moved from beat to beat. They were all rocked as I moved about, and they were all loved as they journeyed out. Whatever way that may be, they were loved in the birthing.
In Jude’s case, he was still loved in the birth. Sweet baby, Momma will be ok. It is well with my soul.
