As I continue to clean out my house on Main Street I am finding a treasure trove of memories. Now, don't you classify me as a hoarder. That I am NOT! But, I have been known to hang onto sentimental things. Put them in scrapbooks or shoeboxes. So, I am having so much fun rediscovering things I had long since forgotten. I probably will share something with you from time to time. Just indulge me, please. Let me have my fun.
Today's post reminds me, not of something fun but, of a trying time in my life. I was 21 years old when my second child was born. We named him Steven Elbert (after his Dad, of course). Then the dr. told us that our baby boy had a multitude of problems and he told Elbert, in private of course, that I shouldn't get 'attached' to the baby that he probably would not make it.
Not get attached!! I loved that baby boy from the moment he was conceived. I loved seeing his tiny feet, hearing his cry. I was his Mother, for gosh sakes.
I never got to spend much time with Stevie. He spent most of his time in a Naval hospital 100 miles from where we lived. He was rocked and cuddled by Navy Hospital Corpmen while I was home with my 2 year old daughter, seeing to her needs yet longing to hold my son.
Someone had given me a book written by Dale Evans Rogers. Her daughter, Robin, was a Downs baby. Stevie wasn't Downs but he sure had a lot of other issues and so I read this book 'Angel Unaware' then I wrote to her to tell her how much the book had helped me cope with my own trials.
Yesterday, while going through all that paperwork of long ago I ran across this... a reply from Dale Evans Rogers. I have kept it all these years.
P.S. Yes, Stevie passed away at age 3 months. He was and is my angel always.