Long days at work with my toddler became the norm with my husband working and me busy as a new business owner. We made a
play area and my dad and hubby would come and get him when they could to give
him and I a break. My mom had become to
sick to care for him anymore, although we didn’t know why and happily I became
pregnant. All seemed to be going well and then we went to our check-up to find
out we were having another boy, but everything was not okay. I was dilated and
my water sac was bulging. I spent the next few weeks in the hospital upside
down practically trying to keep my baby boy. The doctor kept trying to get me
to abort, which I would not and facing the fact that I would probably die. My
husband was by my bedside nearly every night. My little was staying with my
parents, which was difficult with my mom being sick, so I didn’t get to visit him
much and when he would come you could tell it was very stressful for him. He
just wanted his parents home. After a few stressful weeks in the hospital my
little boy was born. 1 lb 2 oz and 12 inches long with a beautiful headful of
hair. He died in my arms a little after an hour being born. We buried him on a
Wednesday next to my grandma. I spent
the next 4 months in a lawn chair on my front lawn reading my Bible and
watching my little play. I finally had to go back to work, but it was difficult
because I could not sleep due to the nightly nightmares I had reliving the
delivery. (maybe another time I can blog more on this, but this all my heart can take for now on the topic of losing my youngest little).
