“I walked into the store in search of clothes for my newborn girl. It had been more than six years since I was last shopping in the baby section. As I glanced around, my heart skipped a beat. A single outfit stopped me in my tracks. Tiny little elephants danced across the pink fleece in front of me. It was a familiar print, one I hadn’t seen in more than six years. It was a print that brought back a flood of memories, sweet moments I cherished with my son who passed away.
Six years ago, I entered that very same store, searching for a final outfit for my gravely ill son. As I looked around, a printed sleeper caught my eye. Dark blue, soft and fuzzy, with little elephants scattered about. That tiny blue sleeper is the only outfit I ever picked out for my son.
That very same store was filled with shoppers the day I picked my son’s final outfit. People went about their shopping, oblivious to me, the mother who would never get to watch her son grow up. I would never buy the adorable swim trucks or a sweater. I would never pick out little shoes and I would never see my son walk for the first time. My son would never reach those milestones. Four days after buying that perfect elephant sleeper, my son passed away in my arms.
Fast forward more than six years, and I was back at that very same store, but in the baby girl section this time. My heart started racing as I fought back the tears. I held up that pink elephant outfit and smiled as I thought of my son in Heaven. It felt like fate. This new baby of mine was a surprise, a precious bonus to my family after we endured years of infertility and grief. Within two months of birth, two of our triplets had passed away. We never planned on more children, until we received the surprise of our lives. Our sweet rainbow baby, born after weathering the storm of child loss. I paid for the outfit and tucked it away in baby’s closet.
I was getting my daughter dressed this week, when I opened the closet door. Now five months old, that elephant print caught my eye. I teared up as I put her in the new outfit, the one I was so grateful to find months earlier. I placed her on the chair and smiled as I thought back to my son. That little girl in front of me has an uncanny resemblance to her brother. As she smiled back at me, my heart skipped a beat. My sweet baby was handpicked by her brother and sister in Heaven. And every time she wears this outfit, I will be reminded of how blessed I am to have her in my arms today.”
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