It took the ultrasound techs just a few seconds to confirm that Sarah's heart wasn't beating. That she had died.
Today I am thankful that my midwife took nearly 100 photos on that last day of October. At the time, I recall the gentle clicking of her camera. Unobtrusive. It never occurred to me how important those clicks were. That they would be the only images we'd ever have of our sweet Sarah. I wasn't sure I'd ever want to look. And now I can't imagine how horrible it would be not to have these photos.
When I wake up in the early hours, struggling with thoughts of her in my mind, I find myself wanting to see her face. To remember what she looked like. I only held in her my arms for a short time, but she'll be in my heart forever.
Tears dripping down my face....
ReplyDeleteThankful that the photos are helpful, useful.
Thankful to be witness to such great love.
Thankful that Sarah was, is, always will be cherished.