Before the last few weeks of my life, I had never truly dealt with grief. I had been extremely sad over friends and family members passing away, some even unexpectedly, but I was certainly not prepared for the passing of our first son before he even took a breath (read the story here if you missed it). The grief that ensued in the weeks following was unlike anything I'd gone through before. In some ways I am still in the middle of working through this process, but over the last month I've learned some things I never thought I'd experience. Again, I'm writing this because I need to share it and it needs to be heard - and I hope you never have to go through true grief in your lifetime...
5 Things I've Learned about Grief | Monday Musings
The Story of Joel, Part 2 | Personal
At 1am on Sunday, January 3, my phone buzzed. I have never bolted out of bed so quickly - the birth mom's water broke, and she was on her way to the hospital! I scared Nathan half to death waking him up, and we rushed as quickly as we could to get out the door. Our bags were already packed and in the car, so it didn't take long before we were on our way, though not before taking a picture of our excited faces. I looked at the clock and just tried to memorize every minute of the night I knew would change our lives.
We got to the hospital and rushed in. It was quiet, and we went straight to the floor where our baby was to be born, talking about the gender and our plans for bringing him/her home. We checked in, and the nurse told us that the birth mom was with the doctor, and they would get us when she was ready to have the baby (I was going to be in the delivery room while Nathan waited outside)...