Becoming Kindred Blog

Small Bump

Last week, it was four years that I sobbed and prayed as our wee baby left me. There were many days of hazy sorrow as my body recovered and as we came to accept that our little one was gone. Knowing that to all outward appearances we appeared fine but feeling so broken inside. I dreaded the question, "How are you?" and for weeks we escaped church before the service ended because I couldn't face others.

It's been four years with Cecily and Kathleen filling my arms since then. The pain is not as raw but I've said it before, the ache never goes away. There are times when I miss that little one with an emptiness that burns. And I yearn for that little one whose name I never knew. My eyes remain dry but my heart weeps.

This song beautifully expresses the hopes and love for a "Small bump unknown" and then the grief that follows.