My sweet Jack only lived for 41 days. For 41 days I sat by his side and ran my fingers through his hair and sang soft lullabies and whispered sweet somethings. I loved and cherished him so fiercely and so sincerely and each day I fervently pleaded and prayed for his miraculous recovery and that the doctors would find a way to save him. The pain of watching him suffer and knowing he would not survive was devastating and debilitating. When he was 41 days old, I lost him. He was taken from me. And as certain as I was that I could not bear losing a child that I loved so much, I’m equally certain that my Heavenly Father was there with me. Loving and comforting me so fiercely and completely. I felt Him so surely when my little boy passed and was finally placed in my arms for the first time. In my moment of certain devastation, He was there. He carried me through that terrible heartbreak, just as He always has and always will. There is not a doubt in my mind that families are eternal and that my boy is mine forever. I so look forward to the day when I will hold my little boy again. I am certain I am being held by my Heavenly Father in the meantime.
41 Days
My sweet Jack only lived for 41 days. For 41 days I sat by his side and ran my fingers through his hair and sang soft lullabies and whispered sweet somethings. I loved and cherished him so fiercely and so sincerely and each day I fervently pleaded and prayed for his miraculous recovery and that the doctors would find a way to save him. The pain of watching him suffer and knowing he would not survive was devastating and debilitating. When he was 41 days old, I lost him. He was taken from me. And as certain as I was that I could not bear losing a child that I loved so much, I’m equally certain that my Heavenly Father was there with me. Loving and comforting me so fiercely and completely. I felt Him so surely when my little boy passed and was finally placed in my arms for the first time. In my moment of certain devastation, He was there. He carried me through that terrible heartbreak, just as He always has and always will. There is not a doubt in my mind that families are eternal and that my boy is mine forever. I so look forward to the day when I will hold my little boy again. I am certain I am being held by my Heavenly Father in the meantime.