Sometimes, while sitting at my computer, I open up the folder where many of your photos are stored. I click through the photos. I cry. I pause on a particular photo that takes my breath away. I touch the computer screen, wishing that instead of a screen, I was able to feel the warmth and softness of your sweet baby skin.

The sadness is catching up to me, enveloping me.


Author: unaffected

Infertile mother to a 4-year-old and a 1-year-old twinless twin. Surviving motherhood after infant loss.

4 thoughts on “sometimes”

  1. I just can’t fathom the strength you have to get up every morning. You are so strong. I know you have other children that depend on you and I’m guessing that is what keeps you going. You are doing your son proud. Sending you (((hugs))). I’m so sorry you are hurting like this.


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