Breastmilk

Every time I open the freezer, I see it there and every time I see it, it reminds me of my beautiful baby, Julian. It reminds me of how much my heart aches for him and how much my children’s and husband’s hearts ache for him, every day.

Even though that freezer is always filled up to its rim, I will never throw away that milk. I will ALWAYS have space for my Julian, always. It’s one of my connections to him. So even though it’s so very sad to see it there and not being used by him, it’s a part of him that is still here, in it’s own little way.

 

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