An update on my sister

I've had a few people ask me how my little sister, Paula, is doing.  Last time I mentioned her she had just adopted a baby boy named Brady and simultaneously discovered she was pregnant.   So that her family's future appearances on my blog aren't confusing when they seem to be missing a child, I thought I should mention that Brady's adoption didn't go through.  His biological father petitioned for custody and the baby went home with him about a week ago. 

I stole this from Paula's blog (hope that was okay!) because it broke my heart:

Brady, My son

I hear you cry still. I wake up at 3 am to check on you. I haven't stopped cleaning and packing since you left because if I sit down I realize my arms are empty. I did my best to remove all the baby stuff from the house but yesterday I found a long lost pacifer and it was just too much. I want you, I ache for you. I see babies at church and can't help but think of you. All the milestones we won't ever experience with you. This morning Wyatt climbed into bed with Wade to snuggle and I wished I could have watched you do the same someday.

People ask me how I am. What they can do? I really appreciate it but I have no answer for them. It seems like you have been gone so long but it has only been a week.

 

 

Huge hugs and prayers for you, Paula.  I'm so sorry.