Even when have grieved, when you’ve moved on to living and assimilated the loss of your child into your life, become your “new normal,” there’s so many little ways in which you recognize that you are different. Your normal is not THE normal. Never again. There are just some sights, some sounds, some words, that will never mean the same thing again.<\/p>\n
Today I’m putting together some of baby girl’s ultrasound pictures into a cute little collage that I can get printed as a photo to give to family members. The collage itself is finished but I just needed a cute little quote or something to put on there to finish it off. So I looked around online for ideas.<\/p>\n
I ran across this one: “Little girls are just angels who haven’t yet spread their wings.” It just made me shudder, like little girls are just waiting to die. Now that is not an image I want. Any mention of wings or angels just does not sit well with me anymore, not in anything to do with my still-living child. It is no longer just a cute metaphor.<\/p>\n
I found a quote that seemed at first glance to be appropriate, not too cutesie-over-the-top-rainbows, and even was specific to the time of pregancy, before the baby is born. But then after I put it on the image I sat back and realized that it sat really wrong with me. It reads: “Before you were born… we loved you.” It’s the past-tense thing. Loved<\/i>. I had also put the date of the ultrasound on the card in small print, like I would a scrapbook page, and the whole effect was rather disturbing to me, a little too close to a memorial.<\/p>\n
So all text was erased. Maybe we’ll do without a little quote.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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