I have heard this saying a thousand times, especially when talking about children. I believe it's one of the most true statements I have ever heard in all my life.
Yes, the days are long - filled with diaper changes, feedings, cleaning bottles + thousands of loads of clothes and toys. You get tired, anxious, impatient, and sometimes feel like you will never get ahead (or organized) again. In the thick of it, it can lure you to dream about the days ahead when you "won't have to wash bottles ever again" or "he can sleep through the night" and "can wipe his own butt!"
I have learned, and am learning, that yes, those days will come - with God's will, we pray. But for some parents whom I have read about this week, those days will never arrive for their little ones. It makes me sick to my stomach and wrenched with sadness that I bet they would give their left arms for just "one more" diaper change, midnight feeding, or bathtime. For one more second to hear that laugh, or coo, or even cry. There is nothing in this world that could fill the void that losing a child causes, and I beg on bended knees that I never have to experience that pain. I also pray for those who have lost their babies, that they find some sort of peace each day and can manage to live with the pain.
Reading these stories has given me that much more gratitude and honor to have this chance to be Nolan's mom. I will hug him tighter, kiss him longer, and play just a couple more minutes, grateful for the little life that is within him, and delighted in each new day I have with him.
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