Monday, 28 February 2011

Bear's little squidge face

Sometimes, like just now, I accidentally hit a photo of Bear on the desktop.
Up pops his gorgeous face and I always say the same thing. Hello darling.
For the tiniest, winciest moment, I feel like a normal Mummy whose baby has just woken up from their afternoon nap.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Alice,
    I know you probably get a dozen messages every day from strangers saying they relate to your journey. Hearing about other baby loss mamas is devastating and heartwarming at the same time. When I feel so alone, I can remind myself that many other people have felt what I am feeling and they are surviving...and so am I, barely.

    I stumbled upon your blog a couple of days ago and I think about you and your beautiful Bear all the time. I paused seeing Bear's name and then was drawn in. I know it sounds weird to say, especially on a public forum, but I feel a strange connection. My son Bear died just before he was born at 39 weeks. He was born on May 22, 2011 and was perfect. I love looking at his pictures and talking about him. You articulately express so much of what I think on an everyday basis. There is much in my life that I am thankful for and yet a deep aching sadness permeates through my whole being. I am comforted by the faith that Bear knew only complete love.

    I am a NICU nurse who lives on the other side of the world in St. Paul, Minnesota, but I had a crazy thought of our little Bears helping educate the world about stillbirth, infant loss and grief. Thank you for sharing your story and many blessings to you, your husband and Bear.
    --Julie Trangsrud