we had a meeting.
we were told the plan is for them to leave.
and to be separated.
one to one parent, three to the other.
it’s the news i never wanted to hear. the news i’ve prayed i would never hear.
yet, i heard it. and it hurt.
exactly three months ago today i wrote about being in the middle of things and now we may be close to the end.
for the baby, the end could come as early as tuesday.
my heart is broken. my heart is heavy.
every single thing we do with him over these next few days, could be for the last time.
playing with him.
taking him for walks.
changing his diaper.
talking to him.
singing him to sleep.
this is the sacrifice i didn’t want to make.
this is the pain i didn’t want to feel.
we told our big kids last night.
they cried so loudly we had to tell them to quiet down.
that’s how great the potential pain of him leaving is.
it is loud.