I have mentioned before that this blog is my personal journal. This is by far the longest post I have and probably will write. I am writing this for my own mind and strength.
Thinking back over my life and the trials I have faced and overcome I often ponder on how or why my life has taken me on the path it has. I am 28. I have been through some tough trials in my life and at times I wonder if they will ever get easier.
Being pregnant is an amazing experience filled with happiness, love, passion and pain. It brings out emotions and trials unknown to man. It takes you from your highest highs to your lowest lows. No pregnancy is like the other and no outcome remains the same.
Being pregnant with our fourth child is like being pregnant with my first. I don't remember morning sickness, heartburn, acid reflux, contractions or lack of oxygen. The only thing I can truly remember about being pregnant is giving birth to the most amazing, beautiful boys and little girl.
On August 31st it will be 9 years since I laid in a hospital bed for the first time ready to bring a beautiful life into this world. To hold and love him for the rest of our lives. All you think about while pregnant is how you can teach your child to love, laugh and enjoy life. You ponder on his first smile, laugh, step, school and life. There is nothing more enjoyable then knowing that you will have the opportunity to raise a special gift from God.
However there is one thing you don't think about during pregnancy and that is lack of opportunity.
The first opportunity I had to bring life into this world never happened. My precious baby was taken from me before his first breath of air, first tear, first smile. There is not a day that goes by that my heart doesn't ache for my son in heaven. What I would have given to have a moment of life with him in this world. What I would give to hear his voice or see his eyes. As I lay in the hospital holding my lifeless son I ask why. What did we do so wrong for this life to be taken from us. And though I have never received that answer I believe everything in life happens for a reason regardless of how miserable or painful it may be.
Words can never express how lost I feel not having him here. I would give anything to be able to share the firsts' with my son. To whisper in his ear how much I love him. Instead I sit and ponder on what he has become. What God has planned for him.
There is no easier way to say this but I have been through hell. I have lived the nightmares of losing a child. However I found the strength to carry on. As the end of the month approaches and we mourn and celebrate the 9th birthday of our special angel in heaven I pray with all my powers and leave in Gods hands that he will watch over and give us the opportunity to raise our soon to be son.
To my special angel Brody Paul Worthen. Words can not express the love I had for you during those 39 weeks of growing life. The bond I developed and the love I cherished. Every moment of our life as one is constantly a memory in my heart and mind. I think of your kicks, hiccups, and heartbeat. I remember your dads talks, laughs, screams and belly rubs. A piece of my heart shattered the day I lost you and the moment I told your dad you were gone. My memories of holding you for the first and last time and watching as your dad kissed you good bye. I felt as though my world had crumbled but the moment we laid you in the ground to rest I felt as though you would always be in my heart and be my guardian angel. Son there is nothing I want more then to love you as I have loved your brother and sister. I love and miss you more then words will ever explain.
Love Mom