Say My Name Say My Name

You have no idea, or actually if you're reading this maybe you do, how much hearing someone else say your child's name after they're gone means. I say my son's name daily "Blaine Blaine Blaine" but rarely does anyone else around me. To have a friend or even a stranger say his name feels so good. It's validation that he was here and he mattered. A lot of baby loss momma's make these photos for each other. Each and every one that someone has made for me is beautiful and I love them all. But I do have my favs. These are them. The blocks with the angel...reminds me that my son is not really gone. He's just waiting for me in Heaven. He got his wings a little early than I had hoped. Maybe he looks something like that little statue. Except without the curly hair, my boy sports a little mohawk!! That one was made for me by Dash's Momma. And the sunset. Cara's Momma made this one for me. Blaine is my sunset. The last bit of light before the darkness. The yellow. The orange. Blaine literally translates to Yellow. He is my sun and my son. I've gotten lots of these photos, from Chase and Emma's Mom; Jay's Mom; Nicholas's Mom. Too many dead babies. You never know how many are out there until you too become part of the sad dead baby momma club. But to all of these Moms thank you for reaching out to me and making me smile. Thank you for saying my son's name. Blaine.