It’s after midnight. I should really go to bed but I just spent the past hour reading the blog of a mama who lost her 7 month old baby to SIDS earlier this year. As I read her words – words far more eloquent than anything I could have ever written – I felt her grief. I cried with her. I wished I could undo her tragic loss. Her story moved me. Broke me. Rattled me to the core. She is living my literal worst nightmare; no mom should ever have to experience such great loss. As I read, I considered sneaking into my youngest’s room to hold her while she slept. While I hope to never experience anything remotely close to what this sweet mom is walking through, I related to a few things she said as I reflected on my Sweet E’s experience. Just a moment later – just a moment after I thought about going to steal some 3-year-old-baby-snuggles – my sweet girl woke up crying for me which happens very rarely. I jumped up, went to her room and held my youngest girl while she nestled into my neck in our old rocker. Any time I moved my face from hers, she pulled it right back in – cheek to cheek like she’s always needed for comfort. I held her tight. We rocked. I cried. I thanked the Lord for both of my babies and for giving me this moment with my littlest. I sang You Are My Sunshine in her ear. And we rocked some more. After awhile, she climbed back into bed and my heart said a little prayer, “Thank You for this child. Thank You for this moment. Please keep her safe.”
Moms, don’t take your precious time for granted. Squeeze your babies tight today. And every day thereafter. I needed my girl tonight and she needed me, too. At the exact same time. What a precious gift.