lalasmama
12-20-2011, 03:07 AM
When I was in high school, I worked after school and weekends for a family, babysitting. They had 2 kids to begin with, but eventually, a 3rd baby came.
J was the light of my life all through high school. He was short, bald, and toothless. The first time I held him, he was a "chubby" 6 pounds or so, and still had a month before he was due--but had been with us for a month already. He was so small that I couldn't burp him with the palm of my hand, only the tips of my fingers. I remember learning to put the heart monitor back on, cleaned up, after blow-out baby poops. I remember those belly laughs. I remember watching him after his shots. I remember how pleased (and scared out of our minds!) when he learned to crawl... not on the floor like a normal baby, but instead, right up the stairs. I remember those first toddles... not ever really a "first" step--he let go of the TV stand and walked right over to me, about 5 feet.
His family moved away, and we didn't keep in touch, other than the occasional passing when I'd visit their new town to see my family.
Long story short, I just got his obituary this evening, about an hour ago. 17 years old. A mom, a dad, 2 step-parents, and 5 siblings just lost their son/baby/brother/step-son. And as sad as I am about it, I know my sorrow isn't a fraction of what they are feeling.
So, when you have a moment, if you can just say a prayer/positive thought for this family....
J was the light of my life all through high school. He was short, bald, and toothless. The first time I held him, he was a "chubby" 6 pounds or so, and still had a month before he was due--but had been with us for a month already. He was so small that I couldn't burp him with the palm of my hand, only the tips of my fingers. I remember learning to put the heart monitor back on, cleaned up, after blow-out baby poops. I remember those belly laughs. I remember watching him after his shots. I remember how pleased (and scared out of our minds!) when he learned to crawl... not on the floor like a normal baby, but instead, right up the stairs. I remember those first toddles... not ever really a "first" step--he let go of the TV stand and walked right over to me, about 5 feet.
His family moved away, and we didn't keep in touch, other than the occasional passing when I'd visit their new town to see my family.
Long story short, I just got his obituary this evening, about an hour ago. 17 years old. A mom, a dad, 2 step-parents, and 5 siblings just lost their son/baby/brother/step-son. And as sad as I am about it, I know my sorrow isn't a fraction of what they are feeling.
So, when you have a moment, if you can just say a prayer/positive thought for this family....