If things had gone according to plan, we would have been taking you in for your four-week check up this week.
If things had gone according to plan, you would be sleeping in your beautiful little crib right now. Instead, it has become a memorial to you, with various blankets, dolls, and books, which greets visitors to our home when they walk in the front door.
If things had gone according to plan…if, if, if.
But they didn’t, did they? At least not according to my plans.
I look at your pictures and can’t help but think, “what if?” and “would you?”
I know thinking about these things doesn’t change anything; but, I can’t stop the thoughts from coming.
What if I could hold you here on my chest, as I watch the Red Wings, waiting for mommy to get ready for bed?
Would you find it soothing for me to sing you a lullaby?
Would you recognize the sounds as I read you the books I read you while you were in your mommy’s belly?
Would you be a good sleeper or would mommy and daddy both be exhausted from your late night sleeplessness?
Would you like riding in the car? Would you fall asleep just as quick as mommy used to when we were in the car?
So many questions…and no answers, at least for now.
I love you. I miss you. Give mommy a kiss from daddy.
Love,
Daddy
