Before….. I’d hold babies without a second thought. I’d yearn to hold them. I was a natural! Before my my arms were forever tattooed with the mark of my dead daughter.
Holding my baby as I felt the life slip from her has changed me. Holding my baby, feeling her weight change, get heavier as her skin fell from warm to cold and feeling her weight shift, the muscle tone no longer able support her limp body, has colored my experience of holding babies now.
Before… I held babies.