Three months ago today, Josiah experienced life and death within a matter of seconds. Three months. Sometimes it feels like it was just last week. How did we go from pregnancy, to birth, to death, to 13 short weeks later?
On an average day I think about Josiah probably 10+ times...what he would have been like, how his siblings would be with him, what kind of trouble he and Caedon would have found together, how different our lives would be right now with a third child. These thoughts aren't tear-filled and grief-stricken like they used to be. I must say, we've come a long way from those first days of severe struggling. But still, on days like today, the three-month mark, (and I'm sure on future dates), my heart feels heavier, the scab opens up a little bit, and the wound hurts a little more. Yes, we are slowly healing...and still missing our youngest.
