August 19, A day of Hope, A day to honor and remember the lives of babies, and children that could not stay here with us. By doing this we are speaking out about the death of babies, whether it's through pregnancy, infant, or even child loss.
Sweet baby of mine, 3 years have passed since I held you in my tummy for what seemed like the longest 13 weeks of my life. But looking back, 13 weeks just wasn't long enough. I long to know what you would have looked like, I long to know if you were a boy or girl, and I long until the day I get to hold you in my arms. You were the greatest blessing I ever received, and I will be forever greatful for you. You made me a Momma, even if it was only 13 very short weeks.
I still see you dancing on that monitor, moving and twisting about. Hearing your heartbeat flutter - there wasn't a greater sound. I still have your pictures, and I still have your video's of your very short life. Since I said goodbye to you, I've never once been able to go through those pictures, or watch those video's. Maybe one day, I will.
Your brother Colston, would have loved to have you to play with. When he is old enough, he will know about you. He will know you existed, and he will know that because of you, he is here today.
It is because of you, that I am a baby lost mother. I still think about you every.single.day. & I still love.you and think.about.you more than words will ever say, and I.always.will.
Love, Your Mommy