Little did I know that morning that later that very afternoon, my doctor would call me in to be induced a week earlier than planned and when I asked her what made her call that day, what made her change her mind, her words were, "I don't know, God just put you in my head that day." And I am so glad she listened.
For that night they were delivered.
Both boys were wrapped and wrapped in cord. The very cord that gave them life had taken it from one. I was told had we waited that extra week I would have went home with my arms completely empty. My sweet Jonasen would not have made it.
And so those words were meant to comfort me. I cut out that journal page and it lies in Andrew's baby book full of dreams and wishes, never to come true.
Perhaps Andrew's life was to be a comfort to others, to let them know that there is no fear in death. It has been that to me. If one had told me before you could live with a broken heart, I never would have believed them. But you can. I know. I do.
And at the bottom of the page I read that morning, written for September 15th, 2003, oblivious to how my life would truly change that day it said,
"Christ, let me comfort others as You have comforted, carried and saved