I'm not going to apologize for this post. Today marks two months since Liam passed away. It's still hard every day to wake up knowing that I don't get to hold my baby. I see success stories of other babies born at 23 weeks and I wonder if we made the right choice. Then I remember how uneasy Liam looked lying there in his little glass cage. Then I remember how his nurse, Andrea, said he looked so at peace snuggled up to me. I wanted peace for him and to know one hundred percent without a doubt that we loved him, even if it meant letting him go. It's hard to know that if I were still pregnant, I'd be rapidly approaching my due date. It's hard to think that if Liam were still alive, he'd be approaching the possible "come home" date. It's hard to see baby posts so I'm just gonna tell you, I've hidden almost all of them. I want to scream and yell that it's not fair that all the other moms get their babies and I don't get mine, pree
So every year, Swansboro church of God hosts a women's seminar. This year's theme as closets of the heart. We had a wonderful two days worshipping together as women of God and a great message was spoken both days. I sure can't wait until next year's!!
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