It's interesting the different things that life brings to us. My cousin sent me a poem that says:
God didn't promise
Days without pain
Laughter without sorrow
Or sun without rain
But he did promise
Strength for the day
Comfort for the tears
And light for the way.
Today is a day that he is comforting me. And helping me to find the strength to go on.
I love life! I love my three boys and my daughter and husband more than I can ever imagine loving someone. But I also love the three little babies that I have lost this year. I know that there is no doctrine on miscarriages. But I saw with my own eyes that they were real babies. I loved them from the minute I knew I was pregnant. This last one was the hardest, yet I am so glad that I experienced it. We were able to give him a name and a blessing. I know that may be weird for some people, but to me it was the neatest experience I've ever gone through. He was really a baby, and I was only 41/2 months pregnant. I gave birth to him and I got to hold him. He fit right into my hand. He was beautiful to me. We named him Beau Gregory Bean. He weighed 1.8 lbs. and was 6 inches long. The hospital staff was so amazingly nice. They held him as if he were alive. They put him in a little square of a blue blanket. I was able to hold his tiny hand and hold his tiny foot. He was beautiful. I didn't want to give him up. I wanted to hold him forever. I know that he was needed in heaven. I guess I'm selfish, but I wish I still had him. I can't wait for the day that I can see him, and raise him. I loved him so much. My children loved him. They talk about him all of the time. Someday I will see him again. As for now, I get to see my other beautiful children grow up, and they do so very fast. I wish they would stay small just a little bit longer!!
Life is hard
10 years ago







