An entry
I am working on a project for the boys and it's been good and hard. I think it's helped a lot with my healing actually. But it's also been difficult in some ways. Part of the project involves going through my past journals as well as Laila's journal. Sometimes we write in it when we want to tell her something. I'm sure writing it isn't needed--that she can get our message anyway--but I think writing it helps keep it permanent or something. Anyway, I saw this entry I wrote last month. It keeps playing over and over in my head and I'm not sure it will stop until I write it here for some reason.
December 4, 2011
This morning I laid my head on your Dad's chest. It was sweet and comfortable and I heard, "Bump. Bump. Bump." Then I thought of you and imagined my ear on your tiny chest only to hear...nothing. It was such a sad thought. Your tiny little heart stopped beating and your body is lifeless. I pray and have faith that your spirit lives on and anxiously await the day your heart beats again.
December 4, 2011
This morning I laid my head on your Dad's chest. It was sweet and comfortable and I heard, "Bump. Bump. Bump." Then I thought of you and imagined my ear on your tiny chest only to hear...nothing. It was such a sad thought. Your tiny little heart stopped beating and your body is lifeless. I pray and have faith that your spirit lives on and anxiously await the day your heart beats again.
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