I get upset when I look at Vashon playing alone and he looks sad, because I know that my perfect plan of having two kids only 26 months apart was ruined the day Vayden died.
I get upset when I look at his pictures and wonder how he would look now at 11 months old.
I get upset when friends from high school find me on Facebook and fail to acknowledge Vayden, you will not open up a new wound if you say "I'm sorry for your loss" it does not break my heart or make me cry to tell his story.
I get upset whenever I go out and see baby safari bedroom sets, because that was what Vayden's bedroom was going to be.
I get upset when I turn on the news to hear that someone killed a child.
I get upset when I see pregnant women that smoke or drink.
I get upset that I even get upset for my loss when women that suffer from infertility hurt far more than I have.
Today marks 11 heavenly months that Vayden has been away and this month I miss him so much today and I'm watching Vashon play all by himself I am upset.
Happy 11th month in Heaven sweet Vayden, your big brother miss you and mommy and daddy do too.
Can't believe our little miracle is 3 years old!
5 years ago