Happiness through the tears
23 months ago I received the worst news of my life. My sweet precious baby boy whom I adored and loved so much for 23 weeks and 5 days, passed away, and I would become the parent of a stillborn. The next day my son, Jacob Austin, was born still. He was born into a silent room, filled with the tears of his family members who were still anxiously awaiting his arrival. He was born into a room full of love. Over the course of the next three days, my family and I loved him, snuggled with him and then I was discharged from the hospital. Without him. My world felt as if it was ending. A part of me had died when he did. Happiness was a goal I thought I would never attain again. Frankly, I had no desire to be happy again. My world had ended. My son, who was expecting to be a big brother wasn’t going to be a big brother to a baby boy on earth, but one in Heaven. I wasn’t the mother to two kids on earth, but one on Earth and one in Hea...
