It's been a month, a whole month and I've been wondering how and if to write this but I feel I need to honor Callum's short life with a post.
Behind the fun posts about dogs, kids, coffee and shopping is a deep sadness. A grief that is not my own but I feel it all the same. C. who should today be sending out emails of all the crazy sleepless nights and milky sheets that come with the celebration of a new baby is sending instead pictures of her beautiful stillborn son. I should be reading of her labor and thinking back to my own. I want this to be the news I'm getting. I want to go back and make this month all a bad dream for her. Instead we are supporting her in her grief and lose and celebration of a life that ended before it really started. All her hopes and dreams for Callum will never be realized in this life because on October 31st she got the news that every pregnant mother secretly dreads. Her unborn son, the one she agonized over having, the one she aches to hold, had no heartbeat. He was delivered on November 1st. You can read her story in her own words here. Please do. C. is and amazing writer and Callum was so loved and wanted.
I believe that God holds Callum in His arms. That His heart aches as well for C. and her husband and children. I pray they can feel His peace.