July 20th, 2014. Iv thought about this day everyday non stop since November 6th, the day I found out I was pregnant. I hurried up and crunched the numbers to figure it out and there it was.... July 20th. I would day dream and think about what I would be doing on this day. People rarely give birth on their due date. Would I be holding him at home already? Would I be in the hospital pushing? Or would I be sitting there like a blimp inside in the air condition angry and waiting to pop on this summer day. Would Austin and I finally come to an agreement on what outfit he was coming home in? Batman or Kurt Cobain onesie. (although Im positive I would have won). Did I pick a nursery theme and actually stay with it? And would I actually be dead set on buying that 200$ Mamaroo baby chair that he would only use for a few months. Who knows? But instead today will be spent spending time at his little grave, with flowers and balloons, with his big sister and new baby sibling. With his mommy, daddy,and his nana. I will forever hate July 20th, but theres nothing wrong with adding another permanent celebration of life on the calendar year after year for my little baby bird.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 14:42:24 +0000
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