During the later stages of my
pregnancy I was told that I would be delivering my son earlier and that
he would not survive. I listened to his heartbeat all night long on the
monitor and by day light the doctors and nurses were telling me to push
as I refused. Nature took over and my son was born. He never took a
breath.
A few months prior to this my cat had 4 kittens and the one curled up in the baby bed was her little boy kitten who was born deaf.
I lifted him out of the bassinet to carry him out of the baby’s room and noticed that it felt good to hold him in my arms, he was warm and didn’t resist being held at all. I carried him to my room as I was exhausted. I laid with him on the bed and started crying like I had never cried before and I fell asleep. I woke up to realize that this kitten is licking my dried tears. We had a long night that night, but I wasn’t alone and my arms were not empty.
He has followed me every day since.
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