I always find Sundays to be a little depressing. At the back of my mind I know I have to go back to work the next day, and that sort of taints the entire day.
I’m 13 years old, ladies and gentlemen.
Today is also sad for another reason. Baby Elijah became an angel today.
Elijah’s mommy, Laura, is a member of a parenting message board on which I post. We have been following her story ever since she became pregnant with little Eli. I remember her shock at a surprise pregnancy so soon after giving birth to her daughter. I remember the heartbreak we all felt when Laura learned that her baby had Trisomy 13 and would likely not survive gestation or labor. Elijah was born yesterday at 37 weeks. He lived for 12 hours and passed away today.
Laura made the very difficult decision to carry Elijah to term, even though she knew very early on that his chances of survival were very slim. I pray that I am never put in that position. She has dealt with this devastating situation with such poise and composure. She is so young, and has been through so much. I don’t know what I would have done if faced with her situation.
Tonight, as I was putting CJ to bed, I looked at him and wondered why I am so lucky. What did I do to ever merit such a blessing? I can’t for the life of me figure it out. But I watched him sleep, held him close, and covered his sweet face with kisses, thanking God for giving me such an incredible gift. One that I certainly do not deserve.
All Elijah knew was love. He never knew heartbreak or emotional pain, disappointment or anything like that. From the moment he was conceived to the moment he left this life, he was wrapped in love. I hope Laura and Jon take comfort in that, knowing that their baby boy was loved by so many.
Rest in peace, sweet baby Elijah. Watch over your mommy, daddy, and big sister from Heaven, and know that you are loved.