Nine months of sweet snuggles, lullabies, kicks and rolls, murmurs of love. Nine months of heaven. Our Wilder. Our sweet baby, you will always be loved.
This is the angel wing ornament that the hospital gave us to hang in the baby memorial garden. How sad to see all of the ornaments hanging from the tree. The day he was born, we woke to a gray rainy drizzle that lasted all day. The only day like that in the 3 years we have lived in Arizona. So fitting for the saddest day of our lives.
We collected our things and a nurse escorted us to the garden where the caseworker waited. We hung his ornament, then walked like zombies to our car. Stunned with grief and unable to function beyond getting home to cry endlessly. Placing his little things next to an empty car seat. No need for the 'baby on board' sign that my husband was so excited to hang.
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