I hate that babies keep dying.
I love having this community of women for support who have experienced this loss - selfishly, I do.
But I hate it when someone else joins this "club." Couldn't William have been the last? Why does it still have to keep happening, over and over? Mothers wander toward us in the darkness, wailing and lost, calling for their babies, and we welcome them with open arms and heavy hearts.
I'm only a month and a half into this journey, and already I hate it.
Another mama entered this realm a few weeks ago. She said goodbye to her tiny twenty-week old beautiful baby boy, Simon Alexander, and like the rest of us, she's trying to make sense of it all. Me, I write. Others paint. Others garden. Some write their names in the sand.
This mama is collecting footprints for a project.
So I'm putting a call out, a request to all of you baby-loss mamas who got to take home your baby's footprints...but not your baby.
Will you send your baby's footprints to her?
You can email her here for more details.
Every one of us is holding out our empty arms, longing for our babies, and instead we find the comfort of another woman who is missing her child, too. We might hate to welcome new members, but our support for one another means so much.
Thank you, mamas. Thank you.