All living things are ephemeral, but some pass so quickly that they are barely here at all. What does it mean to be an embryo for 5 weeks and 6 days and then suddenly to stop growing, to die? Manifesting life for such a short time and then returning to God or the energy field from where this being came. The baby I called Sprout is no longer alive inside of me, and began to leave my body on Sunday. My pregnancy was 13 weeks along, but Sprout stopped growing probably before his or her 6th week, maybe before his heart started beating.
We planted a small, red Barberry bush in the front yard today in Sprout’s honor. It was Peter’s idea and I’m very happy we did something to commemorate the passing. Already it has given me a focal point to remember this tiny life that was with us so briefly, but felt part of our family already.
