|Photos courtesy of Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep photographer Rachel Nygren unless noted otherwise|
Just 11 weeks since we lost little Graham to heaven.
11 weeks since I got to cuddle his chubby little self.
11 weeks since his heart was beating inside of my own body.
11 weeks since we started missing Graham.
|photo taken by me|
I've had to take James to the doctor recently, and she asked if he has any siblings. I wasn't sure how to answer the question. Yes, he does...or he did. And if I say Graham, should I include our miscarriage too? Do I mention neither because they're not living? But if I say yes she'll want to know more, and will I start crying? Do I really want to have this conversation today? And why am I all sweaty? How long have I been silently staring at her? In the end I said that yes he did have a brother who passed shortly after birth this last May. She was shocked into silence for a few moments. Me too, lady, me too.
|photo taken by Brad|