I want you all to know, that when I write it's what I'm feeling at the time. I am missing Maxwell, and some days are tougher than others. When I have the time (usually at night) to stop & look around.. I see that I'm in a not so strange place anymore, but a place that now has a special meaning to my family. Family! I am a mom of two, one of my little angels has passed away, and the other is growing and eating, and we are eagerly waiting for her transport home!
I know that God didn't take Maxwell away from us because we maybe couldn't financially afford him, because honestly, that would mean a lot of babies would be taken away. There is a reason, I'm not sure what is, nor do I think it's important at this time. The fact is that Maxwell was a preemie, and he was sick; and I wish it hadn't happened that way.. there was so many plans that I would've like to include him in and have his sister grow up with him. And that's what makes me sad.. the what was going to be! So, read my story, and pray for my heart to heal.. in due time. Gone, but never forgotten!
On a lighter side, Gracie had another great day. Chuck & Lorraine were here and we had a nice visit with her. The nurses put her in her 2nd gown today that I had bought from preemie proud.. so I'm going to buy a couple more, that way I'll have four outfits to change her into, because she does puke up some bile sometimes, they are only worn a few times.