LoraLoo
Pregnant with a Rainbow
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Posted in Stillbirth/NND/SIDS section but thought i would post here too xx
To those who look away when I grow teary-eyed walking past the baby department,
look a little deeper. Surely you have some compassion in your heart. To those
who change the subject when I speak my daughter's name, change your way of
thinking. It just might change your whole life. To those who roll their eyes
and say that we barely had her at all, how could we miss her so much, in my
heart I have seen her live a thousand times. I have seen her first steps, first
day of school, her wedding, and her children. I have her forever in my mind. To
those who say to get on with my life, I have. It is a different life now, the
life of a grieving mother. One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for, but
also one with a lot to mourn the loss of. Do not judge the bereaved mother. I
come in many forms. I am breathing, but I am dying. I may look young, but
inside I have become ancient. I smile, but my heart sobs. I walk, I talk, I
cook, I clean, I work, I AM , but I AM NOT, all at once. I am here, but part of
me is elsewhere for eternity. Do not dismiss me! I have shaped more than just
the future generation. I have released a tiny angel who is watching over you.
Open your eyes to US and you just might see her.
.
To those who look away when I grow teary-eyed walking past the baby department,
look a little deeper. Surely you have some compassion in your heart. To those
who change the subject when I speak my daughter's name, change your way of
thinking. It just might change your whole life. To those who roll their eyes
and say that we barely had her at all, how could we miss her so much, in my
heart I have seen her live a thousand times. I have seen her first steps, first
day of school, her wedding, and her children. I have her forever in my mind. To
those who say to get on with my life, I have. It is a different life now, the
life of a grieving mother. One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for, but
also one with a lot to mourn the loss of. Do not judge the bereaved mother. I
come in many forms. I am breathing, but I am dying. I may look young, but
inside I have become ancient. I smile, but my heart sobs. I walk, I talk, I
cook, I clean, I work, I AM , but I AM NOT, all at once. I am here, but part of
me is elsewhere for eternity. Do not dismiss me! I have shaped more than just
the future generation. I have released a tiny angel who is watching over you.
Open your eyes to US and you just might see her.
.
