Let me preface this story by saying that I am the favorite child of the Bain family. Also, my family has learned to embrace my mom's ever-changing mind and try to remain as light-hearted as possible through the course of her disease. Tonight my mom and sister were cuddling in my parent's bed and talking about the three baby portraits that hang on the opposite wall (one for each of her gorgeous children). My sister asked my mom to tell her about each of the three pictures. My mom pointed to the middle portrait of a little boy and said, "That one is my George and he's my favorite. I don't know who those other two babies are." At least El and I think this is one of the funniest things my mom has said in a long time!
At 2:00 am this morning, our sweet Mary Grace was welcomed to Heaven. We found out this afternoon that she had a large brain hemorrhage. Reid and I spent three precious hours holding our daughter tonight. The nurses wrapped a pink bow around her little head and we swaddled her in a soft pink elephant blanket. During those hours, we told Mary Grace how proud we were of her fight, how she fulfilled our dreams of one day having a daughter to call "Gracie," and we even took a little nap, snuggled together as a family. If we told her we loved her once, we told her a thousand times. We prayed over her and gave her back to the Lord. We miss her more than words can say. I feel like we were punched in the stomach today and left with the wind knocked out of our lungs. Its so hard to understand "why?" in all of this. Tonight when we left the hospital, Reid turned on this song by David Crowder Band and we listened to it on repeat the whole way home. Its the exact state of our
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