Tonight I came across this blog. Little Tripp's story literally broke my heart. It made many emotions and fears resurface, and before I knew it I found myself in Ledger's room watching him sleep and thanking my Heavenly Father for each day we've had with a healthy baby boy.
Words can't express how grateful we are for this little dreamer.
We love you Ledger.
We love you Ledger.
I follow that blog as well. I took it harder than I expected, considering I do not know them. But I'll give it up to six- nine months of following the blog. RIP Tripp Roth and Preslee Jo and all other little angels. And my most amazing Dad who passes way to young, after a extremely long battle for life.
ReplyDeleteWe think a like. I found Tripp's blog yesterday, too and last night I took a sleeping picture of my little guy. I originally had labeled it Sweet Dreams but I changed it to You are my Sunshine because that"s the lullaby I sing to him.
ReplyDeleteI found Tripp's blog 2 days ago, shortly after he passed away. I have been following you shortly after Preslee was taken to the hospital. I, too, went in to my 2 year old's room and said a prayer thanking Heavenly Father for the health of my child. I appreciate your blog and your updates and the strength of mothers out there who give me perspective in my life. Thanks for sharing Tripp's blog. His mother has quite the road ahead of her and I look forward to seeing her updates.
ReplyDeleteI came across Tripps blog last month and i seriously can't read it without crying every time. RIP Tripp. Pres just received a new angel friend....they are probably eating cake and ice cream celebrating pain free :) i love your blog by the way ash and i want to say thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteAfter reading their blog last night I went and woke McKay up just so I could rock him back to sleep again. So heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteI found this heartbreaking blog as well. Interestingly enough last year when I had my miscarriage I went to Dillards in IF the day after my D & C still wearing my hopital band. There was a lady working there who asked me what happened. I told her and she proceeded to tell me about her little grandson who had EB and only lived a short and painful month. It really helped me have a better perspective on things. We talked for awhile and had a good cry together as strangers. I don't think it was a coincsidence that I met that lady and had that conversation. It was a tender mercy.
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