Friday morning was extremely difficult for me. I frantically woke up a few times in the middle of the night later than what I had intended on to feed Reese. This left me feeling very anxious and brought back a slew of feelings from the morning we lost Drew. This is something I’ve been preparing for for several months, but it hit pretty hard. I just could not stop crying. When I held Reese, swaddled in her blanket, she reminded me so much of the last hour I spent with Drew before they took him to the funeral home. He looked so peaceful in his blanket and it seemed as if he was still sleeping. I sat in bed weeping, feeling vulnerable and holding her so tighly, not wanting to let go. As we go home and get into a routine, and as Reese grows, this feeling of anxiety will lesson. Please pray for peaceful nights for Dan and me.
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