I think part of it is that very rarely do people mention Hunter anymore or our pain or our loss. Noone references our pain in conversations anymore and its more like we have to hide it. Or we have to bring it up. Its hard- its hard to be different. Its hard that when friends with newborns invite us to do something, especially if they have a little boy, I have to ask if the baby will be there to be prepared or to decline the invite. Its hard that when a neighbor is about to bring home their baby from the hospital and we've carried on talking about breastfeeding and newborn advice that I have to protect myself and stop to say I am not sure I am ready to see him. I have to bring up our pain and our loss and how every day we are envious, jealous, sad, angry and that even though we look and act and carry on like before we had Hunter- we aren't the people we were before Hunter. We are fragile. We are sad. We have to really focus on our emotions and prepare ourselves for situations. It's exhausting.
Everyone's lives go on but part of our life never does move froward. I am finding that society feels like grieving is for a year and after a year you are just better. Its not true. Every day we miss our son, every day I relive parts of my pregnancy, every day I think about the what ifs or spend time trying to find out just why this happened to us. Why was Hunter taken for no know reason- born perfectly beautiful and healthy, but with no heartbeat? Its heartbreaking and it never goes away.
We are always left with only knowing what our son looked like the day he was born and died. We will only know our son weighing 8lbs 2.3 ounces. We will only know our son being 20 3/4 inches. We will only get to hold on to one little lock of beautiful brown hair. We will only have newborn pictures. We will only have the one video of our son- the one my sister took of us reading to him. We will only have his newborn pictures. We will never get Mothers Day and Fathers Day school gifts with his new handprints. I treasure the things we do have but also really grieve the things we will never get to do, to see, and to experience with him.
We love you.

