I met my new nephew tonight. He was absolutely beautiful! He was born very early, at 25 weeks, but was absolutely perfect! The softest skin, tiny hands, a button nose, and well, big feet! For a 25 weeker that is. He was really quite breathtaking! However, because of a cyst in his lung, which led to heart failure and fluid build up in his brain which caused too much damage, sweet Wesley James only took a couple of gasps and then his spirit returned to Heaven. Yes, for 3 hours I held a lifeless little baby. The only sign that anything was amiss was his swollen little belly which was filled with fluid. Otherwise, he looked perfect. So perfect that I kept expecting him to move, to breathe. It's funny though, the fact that he was no longer alive didn't dampen my excitement to meet him, to hold him. I was honored that my brother and my sister-in-law would be so kind as to share their short time on this earth with him. I cannot imagine having to bury my baby and my heart breaks for them. I wish I could do something to take the pain from them. But I suppose grief makes you grow in ways nothing else can.
Summertime Sweets
2 months ago
