tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809393053053740938.post3149280216594517691..comments2023-03-26T07:55:27.694-07:00Comments on Loving Laynee: The Last Time I Saw Her FaceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10375070245303834905noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809393053053740938.post-44142227278586177882010-02-11T21:00:31.088-08:002010-02-11T21:00:31.088-08:00I just want you to know that I pray for you and yo...I just want you to know that I pray for you and your family every time I think of you. I found your blog through the blog of another friend and your story has touched me greatly. I am so sorry that you are having to bear this burden, but as a sister in Christ, I have to say I'm so proud of the way you are holding fast to Christ. You are teaching me and every other reader exactly what faith looks like. You will see your sweet baby again. I hope nothing about this comment offends you, I just had to let you know that there are people, even some you don't know, who are lifting you up in your time of need.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809393053053740938.post-40360705936007482042010-02-10T06:41:48.361-08:002010-02-10T06:41:48.361-08:00Wow....what an amazingly beautiful post this was, ...Wow....what an amazingly beautiful post this was, Karol! I remember standing at her casket and thinking "My goodness, she looks so beautiful...like she's sleeping!" I'm so glad that Mike had taken pics for you. It is true though, those expressions aren't there that you see in just sleep, though. Thank you for your honesty and bravery in your posts. They remind me everyday to kiss my kids more and more. We love you and are praying that God touches your heart with His healing power!<br /><br />Love,<br />Amy GayleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809393053053740938.post-13707351553324620282010-02-09T14:07:56.145-08:002010-02-09T14:07:56.145-08:00Karol--
This is such a painful part of grieving fo...Karol--<br />This is such a painful part of grieving for me. THere are a few parts of teh trauma of the birth and the NICU adn such that I can't let myself think about....or I'm not ready to....and him in the casket is certainly one of them. I completely understand your feelings, though. I cry with you....the way a mother's instinct carry over after death is moving. Did you read about the gorilla that had a stillborn??? What you think is appropriate and inappropriate goes out the window for some, yet is very bounding for others. I feel like my senses limited me--held me back. And if/when i allow myself to think about that, it is devestating. Painful. Horrific to me. I get so scared. I remember feeling like 'if I just would have picked him up, I could have held him close enough to make him well--miraculously.' I wanted so badly to fix him. Even after he died.<br />I like your thoughts of Layne...no longer having special needs. Such a peaceful thought. Sending you hugs...<br />christyChristyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04211125719068555386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809393053053740938.post-90203493928363480582010-02-08T17:27:09.362-08:002010-02-08T17:27:09.362-08:00Your post is beautiful. I too spent the months af...Your post is beautiful. I too spent the months after both my daughters died worrying if they were cold. I didn't dress my girls and I regret it to this day. They were only 1 lb 5oz each and I didn't know what to dress them in and I was scared to see them again looking blue and well, dead. This has remained one of my biggest regrets as I didn't make sure they were warm. I should have bought some doll clothes and dressed them up, wrapped them in a blanket, and set them together in their casket. But instead I let a stranger do it. And I have worried every since. It has been 18 months since they died and I still struggle to let go of this feeling, feeling like I let them down and abandoned them when they needed me. I also know however that they are not in that casket as they were made new in heaven the moment their heart beat its last and have never needed for anything since. Being a mom never stops, even when our babies are gone. I guess we need them really. But we go one. We find joy again after our season of sorrow. We learn to live a dual existance, carried by Christ, through the bad days, feeling joy and sadness at the same time for the rest of our lives. I am praying for you.Rachel Tenpenny Crawfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10162546754271724177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809393053053740938.post-6844325953838443472010-02-08T07:15:31.387-08:002010-02-08T07:15:31.387-08:00I've never considered this part of the grief a...I've never considered this part of the grief and adjustment...those words seem so small for the magnitude of the journey. You amaze me...RKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11259757888643034394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2809393053053740938.post-1708127241180819922010-02-07T20:39:57.158-08:002010-02-07T20:39:57.158-08:00This is Joyce. I am so searching for words to shar...This is Joyce. I am so searching for words to share how much that touched me. A beautiful description of the journey of transistion for a mother's broken and hurting heart. I rarely leave comments but I do want you to know that I read and can't imagine your pain right now. I pray nightly for your strength and guidance.My name is Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12532019900834158013noreply@blogger.com