Ari Lev was born on May 21st at 7:54am.
I got to hold him and talk to him. And again, say goodbye to him. Just leave the room, with him there laying in a blanket, never to see him again.
I lost another son. I still think Ari was a gift from Daniel, and I'm still thankful for having him, but why did i have to lost him?
My body just went into full labor. The contractions never stopped, the membranes just kept on slipping out, eventually my water broke, and that was it. I was able to see Ari on a Ultrasound one last time a little before he was born. He looked so alive, but i knew he wasn't going to be here much longer.
I guess it always hits me hardest when I come home, alone, to a no longer happy home. Before I'd come home, and yay, plan the future nursery and babyproofing of the house. Now I just come home...to nothing.
I got the same memory box for Ari that I got from Daniel. I have the boxes on the fireplace together. My boys, I hope, are now together so they'll never be alone.
I really don't know how i'm going to handle this...again.
Ari's funeral should me Monday or tuesday, and he'll be buried next to Daneil. I just thought I'd never have to bury a baby of mine again.
I just really hate this





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