“Despite knowing the journey and where it leads…I embrace it. And I welcome every moment of it.”
– Louise Banks’s monologue, Arrival
*Trigger warning: Personal accounts of stillbirth/child loss and grief are mentioned in this post.*
My sweet Ezra,
Today is your first birthday. A part of me marvels at the idea that it’s already been one whole year. Then, another part of me thinks, “How can it have only been one year?!” Time stopped for me, but I remain an observer to the ever rapidly-moving world around me. I remember sitting with you, singing and talking to you that final Sunday in May. In the mirror, I could see myself growing, and was only made excited by the prospect of becoming more planetary by the moment. I can even remember telling you about the pastel lights, in a long row of lanterns in front of a neighborhood just down the street from ours, turning on as I drove home from work that same day. Honestly, it stings to think of the moments before your death…to consider how normal and blissful everything was before my whole world was turned upside-down.
Every day since you died, you have been at the forefront of my brain. Doing anything is a struggle, and requires what feels like a herculean amount of focus and intent. I find myself constantly bargaining. While I know time won’t magically turn back the moment the clock strikes 6:42AM on June 1st, I keep hoping it will. Hoping that this year was a nightmarish test of some kind, and that one day I’ll wake up to find you sleeping soundly in a bassinet by my bed after I’ve learned the appropriate lesson.
I have this image in my head of you at about two years of age, coming up behind me and wrapping yourself around my neck in a tight hug. At work, I stare longingly at brand new 33-weekers sleeping soundly in their isolettes. More and more, I wonder who you would be today. It’s a miserable exercise, honestly, pondering the things that will never be. But all of the love I have for you has to go somewhere, so I find myself daydreaming about the incredible person you’d be if you were still here with us.
For as sad as I am on this day, I want you to know that I love you. And, despite the pain of this year…even if I had known what was going to happen, I would not trade the 33 weeks and four days of your life for anything else. You are my mine, and I am yours. Forever.
Happy birthday, my sweet, precious boy…
4 East
The last child I held
was dead for at least twelve hours.
Sometimes life has a way of coming to the end
before it’s even started.
The hall was quiet with the deafness of
mourning, but there was a peace in your room
I never want to understand.
And your sweet husband was holding your boy
on his skin like a prayer
and I thought
Oh, to be loved like that.
I did my best to memorize him,
take in the slight fingers and the
soft brown hair,
but I didn’t see the color of his eyes
or the tiny little hairs on his tiny little legs.
I never got a chance to hear him say mama
or watch as he
lifted his head for her voice,
but I did hold his body at the same
precise moment as
God.
I still hate when people say things like
He would’ve started kindergarten this fall
but he would’ve turned one this winter
and two the next, which feels like
a mounting hurdle as opposed to
the healing of time.
And this whole thing is preposterous
because he’s not my son
and there’s no way I could understand.
I guess I just wanted to tell you
I miss his slight fingers and
soft brown hair
and I also mourn
for the things we will never know.
-Megan Ulrich, Return Unto Me
This popped up *just* as I was praying for your little family—all four of you—today. Love you so, so much! 💓💗💔❤️🩹
Oh how precious he is. My heart aches for you. I want to hug you and cry with you. Hold on sweet Angelica.
Every word you shared expressed such a beautiful, pure love. I feel honored to know you and Ezra through you. I’m so sorry for the sorrow you share of having to survive a life without him. You are such a wonderful mother and every ounce of that love you gave Ezra was felt by him too. Please know I am always here for you and others will be too if you are clear with what you need. May Ezra’s memory always be a blessing and his momma know she’s not alone. 💙