Parenting
Dec. 3, 2023
Anna Hudson Photography
He remains heartbreakingly pure—so innocent. It aches my heart just a little to think of how deeply and sweetly he loves. Over a year ago, on a Monday morning, he woke to find his baby sister peacefully sleeping in the room next to him.
This sister had been a part of his life for nearly 14 months, a name he had known long before her arrival. She was the little one who often captured the spotlight, who sometimes claimed his favorite toys, and who filled his mama’s arms for much of the day. A sister who giggled during their breakfast together, who shared his favorite stories, and who made silly sounds while playing on the floor with him. He had grown to love her with all his big brother heart.
Anna Hudson Photography
Then one night, everything changed. He went to bed alone upstairs. Her room sat empty, and he only understood what we had told him—that her body and heart were weary and couldn’t continue. We explained she had gone to a new home called heaven, a place filled with happiness. We reassured him we would miss her, but that she was in the best place possible. Yet, these were just words to a 3-year-old. One moment he had a sister, and the next, she was gone.
Despite this tragedy, he remains remarkably innocent. Life has demanded far too much from him. As adults, we are navigating this pain, but he is just a child, full of love and warmth. We often share our pride in Lizzie; we feel just as proud of Freddie.
Mothering another child while one suffers from a critical illness brings an overwhelming amount of doubt, guilt, and hesitation. We had to miss Freddie’s 3rd birthday because we were in California for Lizzie’s first surgery. We lost a month of his life for her second surgery, sending him to stay with his grandparents in Illinois. There were also countless days lost during her hospital stays.
He has witnessed more tears from his mother than most children his age, and while we guide him through this understanding, he is still so young. He never asked to be part of our lifeline, the thread that keeps us going through the heavy days of sadness. He didn’t ask for a childhood interrupted, filled instead with confusion and sorrow.
One day, he had a sister; the next, she was absent. He didn’t choose this. But he also didn’t ask to be part of a miracle either—and yet, here we are. He didn’t ask for us to love him more each day, but I believe we do. He loves his sister, and he loves God. Each day, we thank God for blessing us with him, and I vow to nurture him in a way that honors this immense love.
Anna Hudson Photography
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In summary, the journey of parenting through loss is fraught with challenges, especially for a young child who grapples with such profound changes. While Freddie faces the heartache of losing his sister, he remains a beacon of innocence and love, reminding us daily of the joy that can exist alongside sorrow. Our hearts ache, yet we are committed to nurturing him amidst the complexities of our family’s journey.
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