Darling boy, today was your due date. You surprised us 2 weeks early, even though I specifically asked you not to come that day, since I had a sink full of dishes that I was too tired to wash. I always wanted a Christmas baby.
Your daddy and I didn’t think we’d have a 5th, but I said if we had another surprise babe, I’d love to have a December baby. Boy, were you full of surprises. I can’t help but think about the ‘what ifs’. What if you were still here, alive and well? You would’ve been 2 weeks old and probably starting to get pretty chubby like your brother did at this age.
What if I still would’ve been pregnant? 40 weeks pregnant and probably complaining to your dad about how uncomfortable I am, taking for granted my last moments with you safe in my womb. All of this feels so surreal sometimes. I keep saying you’re supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be cuddling my little nursling and watching Christmas movies instead of picking out an urn and planning a funeral service for my baby boy.
But the truth is you fulfilled your purpose here. Your life was so precious and powerful. You were here for 6 days and you reached more people than I ever could in my entire lifetime. So rest easy, baby boy, and I’ll see you again when my time comes.