This is the balloon that mommy's friend, Julie sent to Casey from Virginia
on his birthday.
This is the cake that Casey's Daddy brought to the hospital to share with
Mommy and all of the nurses while she was in the hospital for Casey's
Birthday. Beside the cake is Casey's special candle that we light on special
occassions, or when we are missing him a lot.
This cake was baked with love, by Mommy's friend, Gigi Donna from Texas, for
Casey's 1st Birthday.
This is the balloon that we sent to Casey on his 1st Birthday. It was the
biggest balloon we had ever seen. It was about four feet wide and three feet
tall and it had Pooh hugging some flowers and it said, "Snuggly and Sweet."
A very special thank you to Karin~ Heloise, Imogen, Søren, Aurora, and Baby Kae's Mommy for the beautiful picture of Casey's name in the sand!
M.I.S.S. Article Written In Memory Of Casey By His Mommy
A year ago, I gave birth via emergency c-section to my
firstborn child, a beautiful baby boy, 1 lb 4 and a
half ounces, 11 and a half inches long, with his
daddy's blue eyes and flat feet, and my chin and
fingers. He was perfectly formed, right down to the
tiny fingernails and eyelashes that simply amazed me.
Casey James...born too soon at just barely 28 weeks
along, my pregnancy had been perfect. It seems as
incomprehensible to me today as it did on the day we
learned he was going to join us in this world. How
could this have happened to us? I remember so clearly
the first moment that I saw him...laying on his
warming bed...so small, so beautiful. I knew that
night that he would not be one of the "miracle babies"
that everyone talks about.
The part I feel so bad about is that for months
beforehand, I had struggled with the idea of being
totally responsible for another human being, wondered
if I was really ready to give up so many of my own
personal freedoms and give over my time and energy and
heart to this little stranger who bruised the insides
of my ribs with his kicks and kept me up all night
with heartburn. I loved my baby, and looked forward to
motherhood, but still had that nagging doubt inside of
me, and secretly wondered if I hadn't made some
terrible mistake. But as soon as I saw him laying
there, and I held my baby, my son, in my arms I knew
beyond any doubt that I would give anything, do
anything to protect this boy for the rest of his life.
I couldn't protect him in the safest place in the
world, and when I finally realized how ready I was for
him, he was already gone. The bitter irony of that
moment will live inside me forever. My son broke my
heart that day, he broke my heart open, to a love more
primal and fierce than I could ever have imagined, and
a grief so overwhelming I thought it would swallow me
whole. A year later, I still don't have the words to
describe the time that followed, the mind-shattering
pain that stretched a day into eternity. The
terrifying rage that could overtake me at any minute
and the prayer I said each night, "Please God, don't
let me wake up in the morning." I was slowly learning
how to walk through the world and function and smile
while I wept ceaselessly inside. Anyone who has lost a
child knows exactly what I mean without me saying it,
and no one who hasn't can begin to imagine it no
matter how many words I use. It was the darkest place
I have ever been, and I pray I never find myself there
again.
A year later, I am slowly re-entering the light. The
pain of my son's death is less stabbing, and the
memories of his life more(bitter)sweet. Grief attacks
flatten me less often, and I can go weeks without
tears. I am, impossible as it once seemed, healing,
and can even see a time when losing Casey is less of a
life-stopping tragedy and more a painful part of the
story of my life. I even have another much-loved baby
boy squirming in my belly, who kicks me awake at night
and helps sustain my hope for the future. But nothing
will ever erase the death of my first son, and no
future child will ever replace him. The death of a
child means the death of a part of your soul, and the
loss is as eternal as the tomb. Even when I laugh, and
mean it, a place in my heart is always crying, and at
the center of even the sweetest joy, there will always
be that small, aching emptiness of what should have
been.
A year ago...I did not think that I could survive the
death of my son, and there were many times when I did
not want to. Survive I have, but certainly not through
my strength alone. Never in my life have I needed my
friends and family more, or relied more upon the
strength and love of others to carry me through the
difficult times. So for Casey's first birthday, I want
to take the time not only to remember him, but also to
acknowledge the many people I am grateful to for
making sure I made it through this year. I am
grateful, first and foremost, for my wonderful
husband, without whom I know I would not have made it.
You are, as always, the rock that gets me
through...the other half of who I am. Thank you for
the tremendous courage you have shown in openly
grieving for our son, and for being strong enough to
share your weaknesses with me. I am grateful for my
loving family, who have never forgotten Casey James or
hurried my grief and who have proven in word and deed
that they will always remember my son. Knowing that
you will always include Casey as the member of the
family that he is brings me more comfort than I can
say.
I am grateful for the nurses and doctors who worked so
hard to make Casey's life a beautiful memory for us,
and who have shown such compassion and sensitivity
throughout this subsequent pregnancy. I feel
incredibly blessed to have found some of the true
caregivers in the medical profession.
I am grateful for the friends, old and new, who have
been there for me in countless ways, big and small.
You have given me so many gifts...allowing me the time
and space to be a crazy as I need to be, accepting
both my tears and laughter, and most of all, always
being willing to talk about my son. I'm just sorry
that it has taken such a tragedy to make me recognize
what a rich blessing you are in my life.
I am extremely grateful for the wonderful women at
MISS who have become my lifeline through some of the
most difficult days, who listened to my pain, and
shared their own with me. Even when I wasn't posting
much, just knowing that you were always there if I
needed you gave me the strength to get through. Thank
you, thank you, for sharing the burden of this pain,
and for always reminding me that I wasn't alone.
I am grateful, too, for the women in real life who
shared their own similar losses with me. Your
face-to-face presence and real life hugs are always a
comfort to me, and I never feel more normal or
understood than when I am with you. And I have to give
special thanks to Kelly, Jenny and Christi, who
understand so well how we can laugh our way through
our heartache. I love you.
I am grateful for everyone, near and far, who has
given me so much strength and support this year. You
may never realize how much your kind word, or card, or
hug, or prayer meant to me, but I will always remember
it. By carrying me in your heart and prayers you have
carried me, and I can never repay your kindness.
And most of all, I am grateful to my son, Casey James,
who taught me more about life and love and loss in the
seven short days that I held him than I had learned in
the 28 years before that. The joy of holding you in my
arms far outweighs the pain of losing you, and I will
never regret having you in my life. No matter how many
children I have, you will always be my firstborn, the
boy who made me a mother. I miss you, sweet baby boy,
and will carry you in my heart, forever.
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