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What we need to hear
by Joi Hasselbring
When I learned that the child that I loved from conception had stopped growing and the heartbeat was gone, I wanted to die too. My arms ache for the child I cannot hold. When the child died, a part of me died as well. I want to hold her, never let her go. I crave to feel her delicate skin against my cheek, her tiny hand wrapped around my finger.
This is a time when the words "you will see her again" or "God knows best" can be tormenting. I dont need words. Just hold me. Let me cry. Dont say a thing; just give me a hug and let me know its okay to shed some tears. Squeeze my hand and let me know youre praying for me. Sometimes I just need to talk. Listen; dont run away.
I dont need you to feel sorry for me. I need to know that the baby in my womb was not just a dream. She was real, a little person with a heartbeat. Dont tell me everything will be okay. It is not okay. My precious little one has died. She went home, and I cannot go with her. It doesnt seem fair that the angels get the privilege I long for. I want to be the one to rock her.
When my original due date comes, hug me. Send a card. Remind me that you love me. Please do not ignore me in my loss. I am not a leper. You cannot catch this death.
Peyton, my love, you were conceived in the immense love of a husband and wife. After a year I still ache to hold you in my arms. June 9 was your birthday, my little one. It came and went. No party hats, no horns, no ribbons or wrapping to be torn. Only your brothers, running through the house and the day passing like any other. Did the angels sing to you? Did Jesus kiss you on your rosy cheek?
I long for the day when I will hold you, but first I must help your brothers become what God would have them to be. We love you, Peyton. We miss you.
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i found this on www.mommysofangels.com. i loved it and loved how it helped me feel a little better.
by Joi Hasselbring
When I learned that the child that I loved from conception had stopped growing and the heartbeat was gone, I wanted to die too. My arms ache for the child I cannot hold. When the child died, a part of me died as well. I want to hold her, never let her go. I crave to feel her delicate skin against my cheek, her tiny hand wrapped around my finger.
This is a time when the words "you will see her again" or "God knows best" can be tormenting. I dont need words. Just hold me. Let me cry. Dont say a thing; just give me a hug and let me know its okay to shed some tears. Squeeze my hand and let me know youre praying for me. Sometimes I just need to talk. Listen; dont run away.
I dont need you to feel sorry for me. I need to know that the baby in my womb was not just a dream. She was real, a little person with a heartbeat. Dont tell me everything will be okay. It is not okay. My precious little one has died. She went home, and I cannot go with her. It doesnt seem fair that the angels get the privilege I long for. I want to be the one to rock her.
When my original due date comes, hug me. Send a card. Remind me that you love me. Please do not ignore me in my loss. I am not a leper. You cannot catch this death.
Peyton, my love, you were conceived in the immense love of a husband and wife. After a year I still ache to hold you in my arms. June 9 was your birthday, my little one. It came and went. No party hats, no horns, no ribbons or wrapping to be torn. Only your brothers, running through the house and the day passing like any other. Did the angels sing to you? Did Jesus kiss you on your rosy cheek?
I long for the day when I will hold you, but first I must help your brothers become what God would have them to be. We love you, Peyton. We miss you.
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i found this on www.mommysofangels.com. i loved it and loved how it helped me feel a little better.
