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.
on a sea of grief and pain
the leaf cradles a teardrop.
Just as winter awakens to spring,
our deepest sorrow harbors the seed of hope renewed.
by Susan Ring.
Love you, Sofia Rose. XXOOXXOO