The Little Things

"The little things, the little things, they always hang around.
The little things, the little things, they try to break me down." --Good Charlotte

I love rock music. Sure, most of the lyrics aren't very constructive, but I love the beat! In this post, I'd like to write, as the band Good Charlotte did, about the little things. Things I remember about my babies.
This Thursday and Friday mark the 2 year anniversary of finding out that Mercy was dead. I am actually doing very well with the exception of a little crying spell this morning when I was thinking. At the more formal ultrasound performed on March 30, 2005, I was given a picture of my little Mercy. The u/s technician asked me if I wanted a picture, which I thought was very sensitive of her. I said "yes" being so glad that I'd have a little something from my baby. In the photo, Mercy is about the size and shape of a bean. Nothing is distinguishable as a baby, but it's the only picture I have. Shortly after I miscarried, I put that picture away because it was too hard to look at. I thought I'd put it with my son's ultrasound pictures, but when I looked for it this morning, I couldn't find it. I hope it turns up... While looking for the u/s photo, I came across a picture of myself, my oldest daughter, my dh, and my son when we were picking G up from camp. I was pregnant with Blessing at the time. I had on my Mom's stretch size 14 capri's and a borrowed shirt from my Mom, too. My belly would always start pooching quite well as soon as I found out I was expecting, which brings me to my next little thing. When I was pregnant with Mercy, I would wake up in the morning with my hand on my little pooch. That was one thing I missed so much after I found out he/she had died. I was thinking about it this morning and it shows how much a mother loves her baby--even subconsiously, Mercy was always on my mind.
That's enough of my sad post. I am in a very good mood today--spring has sprung and the world is alive with color! I love it!
Paula