I woke up this morning in a terrible mood, lower than I've been in awhile (which is pretty low already) and decided I wanted to look at Ezra's memory box. The kind nurses at Pennsylvania Hospital put the box together for us, as I guess they do for all the babylost mamas, with momentos of Ezra's short stay on this earth. The box has Ezra's tiny foot prints, with those tiny tiny toes and his daddy's flat feet. There's a lock of his amazing black curly hair (we thought he'd have no hair, like both of us, when we were born), and the tiny hat he was wearing when I held him in my arms. And the blanket and matching shirt and hat they dressed him in for his beautiful angel photo. And a few other things like the measuring tape the nurse used to chart out his 18 inches, and his hospital arm band.
At around 2am the day after I delivered Ezra, the nurse came in to give me the box. She wanted to make sure it didn't get lost, that I didn't get separated from Ezra's box. How I howled at that poor woman, I didn't want a box, I wanted my baby! And I screamed at her to get it out of my sight. Gently she put it away with my things, in the overnight bag I had packed with such excitement a few weeks earlier in anticipation of the arrival of my son.
A few days after I returned home from the hospital I did open the box...and I cried and smiled all at once...I do that a lot these days. Cried that I did not have Ezra in my arms...smiled at these tangible rembrances of him.
The box still brings me some comfort...although I really didn't ask for a box...I wanted a real live baby to hold and nurse and introduce to the world.
Never has a plan I made fallen so flat on its face.
And so instead of a baby I have a box.
A blue box.
A box of memories
And a broken heart.
Connecting to the Broken World
12 hours ago
2 comments:
Dear Sarah,
I just wanted to write to say I am just so sorry that you and David didn't get to keep your sweet Ezra for the rest of your lives. Your pain is so new and so raw. I pray that you start to feel the warmth and beauty that this life still has for you. You both look like such a beautiful couple and my prayer is that your both grow closer and closer together through this devastating experience.
Your son was perfectly beautiful.
Much Love and Hope for your future
Carly x
I'm so sorry Sarah. Ezra is such a beautiful baby and his story is so sad. My heart goes out to you and your family.
I remember walking out of the hospital clutching my baby's memory box. I hate having such a small box of mementos instead of my son alive and healthy at home, but the box has become one of my most treasured items because it's all I have. I don't look through it very often but it sits in a prominent place in our home.
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