Sometimes I’ll touch something and it makes me think of Jedidiah’s sweet chubby cheek. I treasured every brush of his cheek against mine. His smell, his warmth, his soft fuzzy skin. I never relished in the smells and sounds of my other children the way I did Jedidiah’s. I am so thankful that the LORD prepared my mind and my heart to know that we would say goodbye so that when the precious few moments I had to hold him came, I could rejoice and cherish them as I never had before. I miss him.
Here is a site that focuses on having moms share their stories. It has been so healing for me to journal about this journey, and I am excited to see this website. I had not seen it before yesterday. They also have groups (Friends’ groups, not support groups, per se) that are able to be set up in your local area. To use their terminology: I am the face of pregnancy and infant loss. http://facesofloss.com/
We are Jedidiah. 