It was at this time that I gave birth to you. To hear no cry was so eery. That is what you are supposed to hear when a baby is born. They did not play any lullaby when you were born (which I heard that night in the middle of the night when a live baby was born). We wrapped you in a blanket and held you for a few hours before they took you to the morgue. Leaving the hospital the next day without a new baby in our new car purchased the day before you were born was so sad. I cried and I cried. We later sold that car because there was too much memory of the day you died. The next few days, weeks, and months I held a stuffed elephant and cried myself to sleep. That elephant is on your shelf with your clothes and other memorabilia. I rarely cry when I think about you anymore. Instead I am hopeful that you are being well taken care of and that you are looking down and taking care of our family down here. I wonder whether you would have blond hair and blue eyes like your sister C or whether you would have dark hair and brown eyes like your brother. I am sure you would be full of energy just like your siblings.
Love you,
Your mom.
we have a very similar story, we delivered on at 20 weeks. I was amazed he had knees and fingers and shoulders. This is a poem someone gave me that I still cling to.
ReplyDeletewhen we lost our baby on november 5, 1998, twelve years ago someone gave
me a card with this poem and it has meant more to me that anything. so i
thought i would share it. the scripture on the front is Job 1:21 and inside
it says:
" I was thinking abut what's ahead for the baby. Can you imagine-it will be
taking its first steps on the streets of Heaven! Hannah was a mother who
certainly knows how special a little baby is. Perhaps she'll be the one who
will let it hold her finger as it takes those first staggering steps; and
maybe she will be the one to coax it into taking it first steps alone!
Perhaps Dorcas will see to it that its hems get let out, and that the
buttons are sewn on that growing child. And Joshua! Just think what it would
be like for a child to climb into his lap and hear-first hand- about the
battle of jericho!..
Maybe Petrer will take it fishing someday! It will never fall out of tree or
breaks it's leg, for there is no pain or tears there! It won;t be afraid of
the dark for there is no darkness there. The King of Kings, the Lord of
Lords, he is the very one who said, "let the little children come to me." I
expect there will be many a time when he himself will take that baby in his
lap and let it know a love that makes all other loves seem puny by contrast.
I wouldn't be surprised if the Heavenly Father keeps a few lollipops handy
for just such occasions....
And one day, you will be greeted with a " Hi Dad and Mom! I've got some of
the neatest things to show you; and some really fantastic people i can't
wait for you to meet."
Oh my, after i left my comment i looked back and realized we both named our babies Jeremiah
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