Happy Angel Day my Gideon.
I’ve been a neglectful blogger. Turns out the magical 3 month mark for screamy baby’s…not so magical. Little B has been showing us his voice still works – by screaming at me for hours a day. I’m somewhere between losing my mind and going insane right now. I’m leaning towards teething, but who knows. The nursing refusal is the worst, I have no idea why he wont nurse, but will happily scream away instead. It’s making me bonkers.
Anyway, here I am. Happy Angel Day my Gideon. I’m sorry we didn’t get all the pictures we wanted, and I didn’t post as often as I wanted, but know I was always thinking of you – every single day I thought of you. I remembered all those days. And I remembered this day 2 years ago. The hardest day of my life to date. I hope I never have one harder.
We are sorry you can’t be here.
We are sorry we had to say goodbye
We are sorry we couldn’t make you well again.
I’m sorry my body failed you.
But we are happy for every second we spent with you.
I consider myself blessed to have known you.
Thank you for the days.
Thank you for little Benedict and his loud voice and strong lungs.
We love you.
Mummy and little B together before we went out to release a balloon.
Daddy and the balloon, unfortunately it was so windy it got punctured so had to be released prematurely.
Benedict in the car on the way to release the balloon.
Rainbow cake for our boy. Not perfect, but done between crazy screaming.
The cake inside didn’t work so well. It was supposed to be blue and yellow – it turned green.