Time is flying by. Leo, my rainbow, is turning ONE in a week. How has this happened? This miracle-of-a-boy who took so long to arrive, whose pregnancy was full of anxiety and fear that made it seem to drag out, even longer than a low-risk pregnancy could feel — he has been here a year! I can hardly believe it. I am so proud of this little guy we have made, so proud of the big, strong one-year-old he is about to become.
The closer we get to his birthday, the more I am hearing this phrase:
And this one:
Tell him to stop growing so fast!
While I know those phrases are spoken by friends who mean well, this loss-mama heart falls apart to ever think of him slowing down.
Joanna was born 1 pound, 1 ounce. Too small for her gestational age. Joanna slowed down.
Joanna’s movements slowed down. Then, she stopped altogether.
How could I ever ask for Leo to slow down? How could any mama wish for her baby to slow down? To stop growing. You just can’t wish that, because to continue to grow at the steady rate of standard time is, wouldn’t you say, far better than the alternative?
I don’t know any loss moms who like these phrases or use them at all. They remind us of our little ones, gone too soon, and they remind us that we figured out they were gone because they had slowed down.
I will say it’s true that I wish time could slow down. I try hard to soak in all the little things, and the big things too. I feel as though I already can’t remember what he was like when he was born…how will it feel when he is 18?
I wish no baby had to slow down. I wish no baby had to stop growing. I wish no mama had to experience the consequences of it happening to their child.
Sweet Leo, please continue to grow big and strong. Brave and kind.
And Time, be gentle on me.