Legacy, Memories, And Rituals

Dear Liam,

I haven't been able to write. I hate that life goes on and I have to put you on the back burner for a bit. Honestly, even with everything else, you're all I really think about. Today was hard. I'm not sure why today was harder than some of the others. Nothing special happened, it's not an anniversary, its just a Sunday morning, another day that you are not here. I hate seeing pregnant women and newborns. It's not that I'm angry at them, or even jealous, it just reminds me of everything I'm missing because you are not here. I wrote in the group the other day about how your sister and you left behind a legacy of hope. I hoped for you since before you were even thought of. From the moment that second line turned pink, I had hopes and dreams for you. We named you the day we found out that you were a boy. Did you know that your name means "protector?" You are our guardian angel, our protector. I never wanted this, I wanted you to be here in my arms, but your name fits so perfectly. I guess Daddy chose the perfect name for you. You're our little protector who looks just like him. <3 I remember the night we named you. We'd gone to the sonogram that afternoon and found out you were a boy. I knew the minute the wand passed over that you were a boy. We were stuck on names. Daddy had suggested Liam before, but I felt it was too common. I don't know what changed my mind, but Liam Omar got stuck in my head, and I just loved the sound of it. In that instant, I knew that was your name. I was so excited to tell everyone! A couple days later we took Ville to the park to release a balloon. We sent it to Gammy to tell her she was having another grandson. I never thought you'd meet her so soon. I believe God took her when he did to prepare for you. Maybe he knew I wouldn't be able to accept losing you if you were all alone. I miss your Gammy, and I miss you and Miracle. My all time favorite memory was your birth. Yes, it was scary and yes it all ended so wrong, but your actual birth is my proudest moment. I wasn't scared, I felt strong. I drove myself to Daddy's job, I'll never know how I made it. Then, I managed to hold you in until you could be born safely. If I hadn't been able to, I may have never gotten to hear your cries or see you wiggling. I had you completely naturally. I'd wanted to, but was afraid. Labor had progressed so quickly that I had no choice. When I was finally allowed to, you were born in one big push, no drugs, just me. Well, Daddy and a nurse held my legs, so I guess they kind of helped too. Once you were born, I peered down at your tiny wiggling body. I'll never forget those cries and those tiny movements. I never saw you move again. I'll cherish those memories forever. It wasn't long after that, everything crumbled and my world was crushed. I remember the first time I held you. I don't know for sure if your heart was still beating, but I like to think it was. You looked so peaceful, and in my mind I was willing you to move. I clung to the hope that they were wrong, that love could save you. I wanted to bolt out of that hospital with you in my arms and never look back. They couldn't be right, my baby couldn't have died, I made it passed 12 weeks. I was almost full term. I know babies can die that late, but I never thought my baby would. You were our miracle baby, how could God be so cruel when we had waited so long? I still wonder why sometimes, but I've given up on ever getting an answer. Even if God himself has a reason, I'll never be able to accept that it was good enough to lose you. I remember the next day when NILMDTS cae and did pictures. I cherish those pictures. I'm not sure who, but someone left a teddy bear on the bed. I sleep with it every night. Daddy and I call him "Liam bear," because he was your bear. I swear, it smells like you sometimes. Ville sleeps with the frog I bought for you the week before you were born. He's "Liam frog." Sometimes, I go back and look at Ville's family book that he had to draw and illustrate last year. Even though you weren't actually born yet, he included you. It's my favorite picture, the only one with you, me Daddy, and Ville. I don't even have any pictures of your sister. They refused to give me an ultrasound. Daddy's going to light the candles with me on October 15th this year. I've done it every year since I lost your sister, but this will be the first year he does it too. I hope you watch for ours to light up, just know they'll be late. I'll have to light them at 10 because of work. I know you'll see them though. I miss you, and I love you.

Love, Mommy

Myths

Dear Liam,

I read something yesterday and it really made me wonder... Why don't people speak your name? Are they afraid of hurting me? Are they worried that hearing your name or speaking of you will make me cry? I've come far enough that I don't cry every time I think of you. That doesn't mean I miss you any less, and when I do cry, it's because all of that missing you has built up and overflowed. It's ok for me to cy, even in front of others because I miss you. Don't they realize that I'll miss you forever? That my life will never be the same? Don't they realize that I'll never "get over" losing my children? I guess they don't really think about it. I guess that's also why people tend to forget that I have three children. I know a lot of people don't even know that I was pregnant with your sister, but I've told lots of them, and they certainly know about you! So why do they still say I have only one child? My mother died earlier this year, is she not still my mother? Just because someone has died doesn't mean they never existed. I have been pregnant three times. I may have only given birth twice and I may only have one child to hold in my arms, but I have still carried three children. When I reach Heaven I have two beautiful children waiting for me, along with my mother. They tell me that losing you was God's will. I never believed that. I believe He knew and I believe that it was always destined to be a part of life's journey, but God would never want a parent to lose their child. Why would He, who knows that pain himself, wish it upon any of his followers? I believe you had a purpose and that your purpose has been fulfilled, and if anything was God's will, it was that you would never suffer. You never knew anything but love your entire earthly life and that is all you will ever know in Heaven as well. You will never know sorrow, you will never know pain, and you will never know anything but pure love and happiness. You may see my pain and sorrow, but I know that you do not feel it. You might miss me, but while my missing you is a deep sorrow for how long I must wait to hold you, yours is a excitement for when that time will come. I wish more people understood all of this. I'm so very grateful that they don't have the experience that leads to this understanding, but I wish I could just make them understand without them having to go through that pain. I love you, and I miss you forever.

Love, Mommy

Identity

Dear Liam,

Today's topic is identity. Who are you? You were born at 8:16 pm on July 20th, 2013 at 36 weeks and 3 days gestation. You weighed 5lbs 12oz and were 19 1/4 in long. I heard your small cry and saw how tiny you were. You looked just like your daddy and were very stubborn, just like him. Daddy chose your name because of Liam Neeson and your middle name is daddy's middle name. We knew you were strong and would be such a little fighter, and fight you did. A lot of the people I see every day pretend you never existed because they don't want to see me hurt. I wish they knew that it hurts so much more that they don't acknowledge you. You are my son. You are our third child and our second son. You are Miracle and Ville's little brother. Someday, you may be somebody's bug brother too. You are our little prince, my moon, and the little piece of Heaven that we carry in our hearts. You are our guiding light. I miss you more than words can express, but I so look forward to the day I see you in Heaven. Who are you? You are Liam Omar Rodriguez, mommy and daddy's little angel. <3

Sunrise

Dear Liam,

This month is pregnancy and infant loss awareness month. I'm doing a daily challenge called "Capture Your Grief." I'm doing this in memory of you and your sister, and so that people will always remember that I have 3 children, not 1. I'll never let them forget that! Today's topic was sunrise. I couldn't get a picture of the sunrise from our house, so I took a picture of your special little place in the light from the sunrise. The sunrise signifies new beginnings, no matter how gray and dreary they may seem, the sun always takes over and shines with all its might to make the day beautiful. You are our new beginning. This beginning is certainly far different than anything daddy and I ever wanted, and though we wish with all we have that we could go back and not start all over, we must. That will never mean we don't love you and miss you with all our hearts, it simply means that you have had an amazing impact on our lives through your own. You are our guiding light, you keep us walking the right path because we know that we will see you again someday. I don't know when that day will be, but I do know that when the sun rises in the morning, I will take each day as another opportunity to make you and Miracle proud. I'll imagine you pointing down at us and showing God himself what we can do through the power of our love for you. He already knows this, for he has chosen us to walk this path. He knows the strength we have, better than even we do. On days when I think I cannot bear this pain, I remember that I am stronger than I think and that through my love for you, Miracle, and Ville, that strength can only grow. Enjoy the sunrise from Heaven, sweet prince, and remember that one day I will hold you and Miracle on my lap and we will watch the sunrise together. <3

Love, Mommy

I Miss You

Dear Liam,

I can't believe it's been 2 months and 10 days since you both entered and left this world. My heart is still broken and it seems impossible that it might ever heal. I miss you more than words can say. I long to hold you, to feel you wiggling in my arms, to hear your cry, and to see your precious face every morning. I often look at your picture and imagine all the "what ifs," and my heart breaks even more when I let my imagination wander. I still remember the day you were born, the excitement and fear I felt when I realized I was actually in labor. I knew I would see you soon, but I think a part of me also knew something was wrong. I was scared, but I didn't know why. I cherish every second I had with you. Having you with me, even for the short time that I did, made me so happy. I've loved you since before there was even hope for you. I'll continue to love you for eternity. I hope you and your big sister are looking down at Ville, daddy, and I and I hope we make you both proud. That is what I live for now, to make you, Miracle, and Ville proud. I'll see you again one day, sweet prince. Until then, I'll miss you like the moon misses the sun each night. <3

Love, Mommy