Christina's Lullaby - From Mommy

Christina's Lullaby

Sweet and warm comes the whisper of the wind through the trees at night.
Bending, stretching, twisting, the verdant leaves glisten in shadowy play, quietly reflecting the silvery moon above.

Beneath lay a cradle, rocking gently in the heavenly breeze, not a kiss of coolness to touch upon the satiny cheek of the sleeping babe within.

She is perfect in her slumber as I look upon her.

Soft little pink lips and long lashes draping artfully down against those precious cheeks of softest ivory.

A blanket of white lovingly tucked in around her while the softly curving fingers of one tiny hand lay above.

Back and forth the cradle endlessly moves, rocking the precious babe within while the music of the night drifts all around.

She is safe, secure, sleeping so soundly, so peacefully.

But oh how I long to reach out and take her from that beautiful place, to take her into my arms and hold her once more, to feel that precious little girl in my arms, to give her all the love I can.

But alas, my arms are not so long.

I can not reach her where she is.

I can not hold my precious daughter as I might like, but instead I must give her over into the angels' care, letting them tend her crib through the night, keeping her safe as is their right.

Rest well my beautiful daughter and sleep.

May your dreams be filled with wonder and joy and may you know nothing but love and laughter until we meet again.

Know always that my arms are reaching, know always that you are in my heart and I will ache with the emptiness that only your presence can fill.

I love you, my sweet daughter.

We will meet again.

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Hush-a-bye and sleep, my precious angel
Sleep, sleep while your loving brother tends your keep.

Angels are at your beck and call
My precious daughter, they shall never let you fall.

Enfolded in the Lord's tender care are you
A world full of wonder and love are what He'll show you.

Hush-a-bye and sleep, my precious angel
Sleep, sleep while your big brother tends your keep.

Mother, Daddy and Hadleigh love you so very much
Even if we are not there to show you such.

Hush-a-bye and sleep, my precious angel
Sleep, sleep while your precious brother tends your keep.

Safe and secure I'll hold you in my heart
Always and forever of my world you'll be a part.

The Bassient

A poem from my sister, written for Christina.

The Bassinet
By Debbie Cosentino

I entered the room anxious and nervous for myself, and my friends.

But what surprised me the most, was the bassinet.

There it sat, empty and waiting for the arrival of Christina Ann. I knew the bassinet was to hold the hopes and dreams for the future. Instead, the bassinet was but a brief holding spot, for an angel on her way to heaven. A stopping point, along her all but too brief journey.

The bassinet sits empty again. Our hearts feel empty, missing all we hoped for, all the dreams we dreamed. Who would have known how important that bassinet was? We do.

In memory of Christina Ann, and in honor of her remarkable parents.

For Noah

This is a letter I wrote to Noah after coming home from the hospital without my baby. There is nothing quite like leaving the maternity wing alone, or having your milk come in for a baby who isn't there. This is for Noah, I read it (through tears) at his memorial.


For Noah,

How does one even begin to address the gift of you? That is like asking what is it about the ethereal brilliance of a thousand trillion stars beckoning at night from their blanket of blackest velvet that makes us stare. What is it in the innocent smile of a child that makes us smile? Why does the scent of fresh cut grass make us breathe a little deeper and think of our childhood? Why does the crackle of a fire on a cold and blustery night fill us with a sense of peace? Why does the magic of a rainbow and the promise of what is at its end captivate us so? And why do the first wet, feathery touches of perfect little snowflakes upon our cheeks at winter so often make us smile, turning up our faces as we stick out our tongues for the hope of more?

Noah, I can't think of you and not feel the heart ache for all that we will miss. Even now, I have only but to close my eyes to see the impish smile of the toothless grin you would have had as a baby. I shed a tear and can hear the echo of your laughter in the image of a young boy, gleefully running down the hallway from your father at bedtime, watching you pretending to be some superhero in your pajamas as you wildly dive into your bed. I think of the Christmases and Thanksgivings we will miss. I think of all the birthdays that we will never get to see you hold your breath to blow out the candles as you make a wish. We won't ever get to see you dressed as a cowboy, pirate, or some hero at Halloween nor ever get the chance to cheer you from the sidelines of a little league game as we might have liked. Never will we have the chance to kiss the tears from your cheek and gently place a Band-Aid upon your wounded knee. But always, dear Noah, always you will be loved, and always you will be missed.

I shall miss the warmth and joy of walking hand in hand with you. I will miss those first teetering steps, those first babbles and wonderful coos. I shall miss all those wonderful little hugs and kisses. I shall miss all the "Mommy's and Daddy's" I will never hear uttered from your lips. I shall miss the joy your father would have had in teaching you all about sports, and games, and life. I shall miss seeing you grow up and yes, I shall even miss you fighting with your sister. I shall miss the rambunctious child you surely would have been. I will miss the wonderful man I know you would have become.

I know to ask why is a difficult question. I know it is not one I should really ask. But being human, it is one that comes to mind nonetheless. The truth is I don't know why and I honestly don't think anyone else really knows and so we have to console ourselves the best we can. I do know there is a greater plan in this life, one greater than we could ever hope to comprehend, and sometimes things happen we can't explain; things sometimes happen differently than we would have wanted. But God knows the plan and holds us all in the palm of his hand. He will love us and protect us, even in the things we do not yet understand.I know without question you are in a better place, and though I will miss so very much every thing you could have ever been, and done, and seen, I know you are safe and happy. I know the Lord will hold you close and protect you. I know He will let you know how very much we love you and how much we wanted you here with us. But you are at His side now, and so hand in hand with Him you shall walk, within His protection and love you will always live. Instead of a mother's hands to hold and guide you, you shall have so much more. You are blessed with the hands of the Lord to catch you when you fall, and a million angels to be there at your every call.

You will always be in our hearts and minds, dear Noah. In every sunrise I shall see the warmth of your smile. In every sunset I will see the majesty of the gift of your short presence in our lives has provided. With every twinkle of the stars in the endless night, I shall know you are watching over us. I will know the whisper of your voice in the wind and be content for I know you are safe and happy. Noah, there is such much I would have liked to have shown you, so many things I would have liked to have said, but for now those things must wait. In the meantime, rest well my son and be at peace, sleep well in the assurance you are loved and missed. You may be gone from our lives, but you will never be forgotten, the light of your love and precious life will always live within us and glow ever steady until we shall meet again. I thank God each day for the gift of you and feel so very blessed and privileged to have had the chance to have you in our lives, no matter however brief that time may have been.

Rest well, dear son.
I love you.