The events of that day will forever be engraved in my soul, for all of eternity.
I carried her in my arms down to the hospital basement and to any person passing by, I was just another mother carrying her sleeping child; the nurses had draped a blanket over Bella's body so that no one could see her. I remember walking out of that hospital room and feeling like all eyes were on us. The whole medical team knew that underneath that blanket I carried Bella's lifeless body. They watched us as we made our way to the elevator, and I'll never forget that suffocating feeling of wanting to tell them to just stop looking at us. I wanted to cry and scream and yell at everyone standing there. I was so sad. I was so angry and heartbroken.
One foot in front of the other. Don't think, just walk. Don't cry, just walk. I really wanted to just take Bella, and run away. I wanted to get as far away from that hospital as possible. I wanted to take Bella with me and go somewhere that didn't require us to be apart.
The hallways were bare, and blindingly white, and I can't remember how many turns we had to make before we made it down to the morgue. I handed her over, and they carried her in, while I watched the door shut behind them. Bella was wrapped in a fuzzy white blanket with hearts. She wore the outfit that we had used for her end of life pictures. That image is one that I cannot escape from. I see it over and over again in my head. I've imagined every other possible scenario, like the one where Bella doesn't die and I don't ever have to see the basement of that hospital. I've pictured me running out of there with Bella in my arms, and we live happily ever after. I've even gone on to imagine the two of us going anywhere together, even if it meant that I'd die with her. Sometimes, I just can't understand how I've managed to be here without her. I don't understand how that's even possible.
I dream of her sometimes. I used to dream of her smiling, and that brought me a great deal of comfort. The thing is that lately my dreams have drastically shifted. In every dream I'm trying desperately to get to her, and I wake up before I can hold her. The dreams are so vivid that at times I wake up thinking that I need to go to the hospital to see her. Sometimes it takes me a few moments to realize that I've only been dreaming, and it's such a painful feeling to know that my nightmare is simply my reality.
There are people that experience the loss of their children before they even have a chance to take their first breath. So I understand that I was lucky. Lucky in a sense that despite Bella's short stay on Earth, I was granted a privilege that not everyone gets. I held Bella, and stayed up sleepless nights with her. I stared at her for hours at a time, I held her little hands in mine. I stared into those eyes of hers and I memorized every detail of her beautiful face. I'm so very grateful for that. I'm grateful for the one year, one month, and nine days that I was able to enjoy my sweet Bella. I was given the gift of being her mother. I was given the honor of knowing a love so unconditional that it hurts...
Given the opportunity, I'd do it all over again. I'm not going to deny that I'd rather be anywhere with my sweet Bella. I'd give anything to change the part of our story where we had to separate. However, I'm beyond grateful for the time we were given together, no matter how brief..
|My heart. My Soul. My Bella.|