Everyday I overcome some hurdle that I am given. The littlest things remind me of Jonah. Sometimes I fall into a crying spell where I can’t pick myself off the floor, sometimes I just weep, or I smile and think of how beautiful he was.
Lately, I have been having flashbacks back to Jonah’s delivery. It was such a traumatic experience and I just can’t stop reliving it in my head. That night was so special because it was the closest I’ve ever felt to being a mommy. I labored, pushed, and delivered my baby. I held him in my arms and kissed him.
It’s the closest memory and moment I have with my sweet boy.