is roughly 35 weeks. That means I've experienced
5,952 hours of being a parent. I'm a mom. I've been concerned for the health and safety of GQ since the day I discovered I was pregnant. I'm pretty sure that holds true for every woman...right? The thought of being responsible for a tiny human being changes you and if it doesn't... well...you're broken. I will forever be thinking of his needs & putting them before mine. It's what parents do and I'm thankful for the opportunity to do so. It's made me a better version of myself. It's calmed me. It's allowed me to become the woman my mother always knew I could be. GQ's presence is a blessing and I am eternally grateful & honored that I get to be his mommy.
I've spent today wearing my son, like I do every day...but today something's different because I don't want to let him go. It's with a heavy heart that I write these words. Today I learned that one of my dear friends suffered the loss of his newborn son. His beautiful baby boy was born into this world yesterday, but quickly earned his wings. There are no words to express my profound sorrow and I honestly don't know if I will ever know what to say. It's simply sad. So hug your babies extra tight and be thankful for every second you get to spend with them.
Rest in peace sweet baby. We love you & you will never be forgotten.
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