I won’t forget the butterflies I felt when I saw those two lines.
I won’t forget the excited look on your daddy’s face when I told him you existed.
I won’t forget the sound of your big brother and sister praying for their “tummy baby” every night at bedtime.
I won’t forget the first time I heard your heartbeat.
I won’t forget my tummy bulging with you growing inside.
I won’t forget you moving around on the ultrasound, dancing like a little sprite on the screen.
I won’t forget the feeling that something was amiss.
I won’t forget when the Doppler was placed on my stomach and came back silent.
I won’t forget when your body was so very still on the ultrasound.
I won’t forget how hard my body shook as I wept for your short life.
I won’t forget picking out the green yarn for your baby blanket, and wanting you to be warm.
I won’t forget driving to the hospital for your induction.
I won’t forget the awful, heart breaking, soul crushing feeling of my water breaking and your body beginning to detach from mine.
I won’t forget the nurse wrapping you up in a wash cloth and exclaiming, “dear God, he’s so tiny!” As she handed your lifeless body to me.
I won’t forget how we bundled you in the little green blanket I crocheted during your labor.
I won’t forget how we sang to you. 10,000 reasons, stay awake, Jesus loves me…
I won’t forget your itty nail beds, precious earlobes, your miniature nose that looked like Captain’s, your absolutely perfect little feet.
I won’t forget parting your mouth as I dropped a single drop of mama’s milk in between your lips.
I won’t forget when we gave you one last kiss, placed your sweet, small body wrapped in that soft green blanket into the white basket so the nurse could take your body down to the hospital morgue.
I won’t forget any of it. I will remember. I will mourn. I will miss you. I will cry. I will say your name. And I will keep telling your story, so that other people will remember you, too.
My sweet, sleeping Baby.
Happy 3rd Birthday in Heaven, Ezra Eugene. I love you.