6 months ago this moment I was coming home from the hospital with my little boy. He was wedged awkwardly into his carseat, since we hadn't learned how to put him in easily yet. He was alive. I kept checking him to see if he was breathing. I sat in the backseat and held onto him. Matt drove, and my mother-in-law sat with him.
My little boy only lived for 67 days. But I'm so happy we got to love on him for that long. In a few weeks he'll be gone twice as long as he was here. It's so disturbing to me. But I'm happy with what I can be. I got him. I got to kiss him. I got to hold him. I had time.
*Shua - Miss you Buddy. Hugs and kisses from Mummy.*