Holding Our Son
Holding Our SonAfter the the doctors and nurses cleaned me up they asked Dave and I if we wanted to hold our son. We both wanted to see and hold our baby. The nurses brought him to us. He was beautiful. He was still warm and pink because they had kept him under a heat lamp. Our baby just looked as if he was sleeping.
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Holding my son for the first time. |
Dave holding Sammie. |
We spent time smelling, touching and looking at each part of our son. |
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The nurses took Sammie's picture for us in his Patriots outfit that he was to come home in. His feet were so big that they were smooshed in the feet of his outfit. He had his mommy's feet. He had big cheeks like his Daddy and his Daddy's double chin. There was a big dimple in the center of Sammie's chin, we don't know who he got that from. He had black hair with a hint of a wave to it. We didn't want to give him back. We wished we could have frozen time so we could continue to hold our son.
We kept Sammie in our room for hours. We didn't want to miss any more time than we were already going to miss with him. There would be no first smile, no first cry, none of the plans that Dave and I had for our son would come to fruition. He would not play in the yard with his brothers, he wouldn't wrestle with his brothers or fight over toys. Our boys would never meet their brother. Our hearts broke that day and will never be the same.
