Jul 31, 2011
i've wanted to post earlier. my hands have been full. Noah is the easy baby I always imagined him to be, but he is still a baby, and requires hands to hold him, change him, feed him, rock him, and hold him some more. He has healed the wound a great deal. It's a strange thing to say, and unless you've been through grief it may not make sense, but I don't feel ashamed of our story anymore. Not that I felt shamed for anything that happened, but that, I guess a better word would be embarrassed. It's not as embarrassing to say my daughter died, whilst holding my baby son in my arms. The story is not as tragic. It has a happy ending. It is way, way better.
Posted by mimtessa at 12:20 PM