8 Months Today

How is it that 8 - EIGHT months have passed by so quickly?  Almost the same amount of time as I was pregnant with her.  With each passing day I'm further and further away from the day I last held my little girl.  We miss her terribly.

Today I caught myself thinking back on the hospital stay and all the events that took place before, during and after Sofia was born.  I was reliving the pain and fear and all that I went through.  Back then I was in sort of a mind-trance.  Shock.  It was one thing at a time, one minute at a time.  It's not until I reflect back on it that I can really see the magnitude of it all.  Did this all really happen, to us? Sigh...

I found a poem on another BLM's site today.  This courageous mom is a surrogate who has also experienced loss.  This was an older post of a poem she found when she had a miscarriage.

A growing leaf, green in color, has fallen prematurely. It has separated from the tree of life and landed in a pool of water, of many tears. It is a dark moment. A human tear lingers on the freshly fallen leaf... before it turns brown.
Fallen.
Drifting aimlessly
on a sea of grief and pain
the leaf cradles a teardrop.
Offers refuge.
Embodies hope.
Just as winter awakens to spring,
our deepest sorrow harbors the seed of hope renewed.
Hope renewed.

by Susan Ring.

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Love you, Sofia Rose.  XXOOXXOO