Wednesday, January 26, 2011

A Letter to our Baby on What Would be His/Her Birth Day

Dear Baby Lawrence,

Today would have been your unofficial birth day and even though we were never able to hold you we still think of you often.  You were a complete surprise to us and we were so excited because we had already endured a long and bumpy road down IF(infertility).  We were the most wanted baby in the world.  We frequently walk by the room that was to be your nursery and in our minds we try to imagine how we would have decorated it for your special arrival.  Sometimes we feel cheated that God decided to take you from us.   It's hard not to be selfish and want you hear with us but it was not Gods will.  He must have something very special planned for you up in heaven.  We know our grandparents who have passed are hugging and loving you each and every day which is a comfort to us.  

We found out we lost you at 9 weeks but learned that you had quit growing and thriving at 8 weeks.  The day we learned you had left us was the hardest day of our lives.  We cried and cried and cried.  We hope you are doing well and we are happy you are up in heaven.   We are slowly healing our loss of you.  You will never be forgotten.  We love you so much and hope you will send down a little brother or sister for you to watch over.

Love,
Mommy and Daddy

A Poem by Gary Winters 

"Little One"
We had wanted you for so very long,
Or so it must have seemed at times.
Now we know we'll have forever,
To keep you in our minds.

On that joyful day when we learned
That you were on your way,
We opened our home and hearts,
And planned for a permanent stay.

We never saw your smile.
We never held your hand.
You never had your birthday.
How can we understand?

To hear you laugh, to dry your tear
To share you life each day
To see the wonder in your eyes
As you find your rightful way.

We're told we should forget you,
"You'll have another some day."
Don't they see the pain we feel,
Is bruised by what they say?

We never saw your smile.
We never held your hand.
You never had a birthday.
Someday we'll understand.

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