Wednesday, March 16, 2016

To my infant daughter on the day she turns the age my son passed away.

Nicole: today you are 8 months, 26 days old-the same age your brother, Dylan, was when he passed away from SIDS. He never reached 9 months old, so I pray and hope you will make it past this day. 

Sometimes, I am consumed by my fear that lightning can strike twice. I watch you sleep and touch your arm just to see you move to prove to me that you’re still breathing. While you are awake, I monitor your every action, scanning to make sure nothing happens. Every cough, every cry, I hold my breath and wait to make sure it's not a warning sign you’re in trouble. I hate that I live this way and fight constantly against the fear of losing you like I did your brother. I want to live free from the burden of fear but losing Dylan was the worst moment of my life and I can't fathom going through it again if something should ever happen to you.

I wonder sometimes how different life would be if your brother hadn't died. I watch you play on our living room floor or swing at the park and imagine how much fun you would have had with your big brother, but you will never meet him on this earth. What would he look like now as he approached three-years-old? Sometimes just for a moment, I see him in you. When you scrunch your face up just a certain way when you laugh or when you blow raspberries just how he did, I see a glimpse of him just for a second and my heart skips a beat. It confirms to me you were hand-picked in heaven to help me through this difficult time. Losing your brother was like surviving a storm. Choosing to have you, didn't erase the damage, but you do help ease it. The aftermath is still all around us but God promises to help us rebuild. 

Today will be difficult. I will cry, most likely hard and often and it will be the same on this day for the rest of your life. But it is a testament to how deeply I love each of you. Each of my babies hold a unique place in my heart made up of special moments that are just for you. 

I will never be the same-I know this. It's odd to think you will never know the mother I was before your brother passed away. Your sisters may tell you stories of what they got away with before I was so keenly aware of how one moment can forever change your life. It's impossible to unknow something once you’ve become aware of it. I know now how fragile life is and how vigilant you have to be to protect it and sometimes, that's not even enough. The mother you have is wiser, stronger, braver in some ways but also broken, humbled, and cautious. I live a paradoxical life: a mother to three living children and a mother to one child who is missing. But to you, my youngest daughter, you will only know this version of me. I hope I succeed in making you happy, keeping you safe and caring for you during the time I am graciously given to love you. 

Tomorrow, for the first time in your life, I will no longer be counting down the days to when you surpass the life of your brother. Together, we will be stepping into new territory. I might even stop holding my breath and breathe a sigh of relief. You made it baby girl, you're 8 months, 27 days old.


3 comments:

  1. 4 years ago my son passed at 5.5 month old. The "count down " I guess you could say to make sure nothing happened to my daughter was so intense and it was like as if we met this magical day nothing could hurt her. The relief when we got there was amazing <3 Bella will be turning 1 in 2 weeks <3 You have taken the words straight out of my mouth

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  2. I am so sorry for your loss. 💔

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  3. My daughter passed away exactly 12 weeks from SIDS. It was the most traumatic thing to ever happen to my family. She was born 6 weeks early and was perfectly healthy, I on the other hand had preeclampsia with her pregnancy. No one was able to find a cause for her passing. A few weeks later we found out I was pregnant once again. Once again I ended up getting preeclampsia with the new baby. I was however able to have her just 3 weeks early. Her due date was my firsts child's birthdate. I knew the whole time her big sister was watching over her and still is. They are both and always will be my best and greatest accomplishments. I completely understand the fear of losing your child again. I fear that on a daily basis.

    I'm so sorry for your loss. I wish you and your family the best.

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