...was the most traumatic day of my life. I knew mid-morning that it would likely happen, but NOTHING on this planet could have ever prepared me for what it would feel like to hold my dead baby. And although I thank God I'm a year away from that hellish day, no amount of time will ever take away the images I have burned on my heart and mind. :(
Though I think it would have been a whole lot easier had I not seen him, I actually am thankful to have "met" him, to have been able to hold him, know his gender, and name him. It is important to us to honor his little body, his life/existence. And so we did that today. It's always very difficult and emotional to visit him. It helps that we believe he's in heaven, having the time of his life up there.

I've been hurt all too often by various comments or people not remembering that Jonathan even existed. But today, and always, I want to give people grace. I know what it was like to be on the other side of this, and not have this understanding. I readily admit I didn't have a clue what my friend Melissa was feeling when she birthed her stillborn boy. In fact, just minutes after holding Jonathan I was on the phone with her sobbing and saying, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" She asked why I was apologizing to her. I think part of it was me saying sorry to my baby, but another huge part was me saying sorry to her because then I KNEW how she'd felt and I was shocked at how intense and unbearable the pain was. The fact that my friend had experienced THIS kind of pain just blew me away. And I hadn't understood until I held and lost my own.
So here we are, one year from that day. The pain isn't as sharp, but still very real.We thank God for his comfort and blessings, but we miss Jonathan so much and will always feel his absence in our family.
Lots of love to our little boy.










































