We will never get over it, we simply get used to the feeling that something is missing. We go through the day knowing that our lives have something missing, and despite what people say--it DOES NOT get easier, you just get used to it.
Something is missing...
My nose realizes that there is something missing, when it cannot find the baby smell anywhere. The beautiful baby smell, even the poopy, pukey baby smell is lost
My eyes realize something is missing when I look around the house and see no evidence of a newborn. I see an empty crib, a rocking chair holding a blanket and not a rocking mom. My eyes scan the laundry room for baby clothes and I only see mine.
My lips are realizing something is missing when I am not smooching on that lil one
My ears realize something is missing when there is a numbing silence, without baby coos and cries
My hands realize something is missing when they are not touching the softness of a baby's skin
My arms realize something is missing when they ache from not holding my sweet baby
But most of all, my heart knows something is missing...all of the time
Something is missing...
My nose realizes that there is something missing, when it cannot find the baby smell anywhere. The beautiful baby smell, even the poopy, pukey baby smell is lost
My eyes realize something is missing when I look around the house and see no evidence of a newborn. I see an empty crib, a rocking chair holding a blanket and not a rocking mom. My eyes scan the laundry room for baby clothes and I only see mine.
My lips are realizing something is missing when I am not smooching on that lil one
My ears realize something is missing when there is a numbing silence, without baby coos and cries
My hands realize something is missing when they are not touching the softness of a baby's skin
My arms realize something is missing when they ache from not holding my sweet baby
But most of all, my heart knows something is missing...all of the time
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Praying you will feel God holding you in your hurt. Love you.
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