Tomorrow is 6 months that Maxxton passed away. Everyday is still as hard as it has been. Everyone says it gets easier when it doesn't. The pain is my reminder that I held him and talked to him for the 6 1/2 weeks he was with me.
I miss him so much. I want to hold him in my arms, smell his baby breath, let him eat my cheek. He would be 7 1/2 months old right now. I picture everyday what he would be doing, how he would be acting, smilling, giggling and cooing.
I wish I wouldn't have had my tubes tied. Nothing or anyone could ever replace him, but something in my arms could help me show him how much I love and miss him.
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