There is a fear we will never know joy again, but that sounds a bit self deprecating doesn’t it? If you look for it, you can find joy almost anywhere. It may not carry the same weight as the joy we lost, but it’s joy nonetheless…and that’s something. When planning for our little bird, one of the most exciting things for me was breast feeding. I know that sounds weird, but as a nutrition nerd, I was thrilled with the science behind it. Without nerding out on you dear readers, there are SO many amazing things about it, some almost unfathomable. While we were in the hospital, they would store any production in time/date order so that when/if Birdie could feed regularly, they had an inventory. Once Birdie passed, Mick and I made the decision that I would continue to provide milk because there are moms who cannot and that in itself broke my heart. I was emotionally only able to continue this for about five weeks, but was very serious about getting it to someone in need. Yesterday we received a message from one of our midwives, the milk is now being used to grow a set of twins! There it is, a little piece of joy.
So touched by your sweet heart, & ability to express yourself & what God is doing.
You writing touches the hearts of all who read. Such tender beauty Misie. Thank you for sharing.
The idea of pumping after your loss, for the shear thought that the milk your body was producing for Birdie could be used to bless someone else, is mind-blowing.
You are so incredible. Love you and think of you and Birdie often ❤
And that story has touched many lives… mostly the mother of those twins! She is soooo appreciative, what a gift!
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