Premie clothes don’t usually come in black, but once the casket closes it’s not gonna matter anyways. My daughter was so small, too small for this world. I had always dreamed of dressing her up for fancy occasions, but now the only special occasion we’re preparing for is her funeral. The thought of picking out her dress, the one she’ll wear for the last time, is heartbreaking. It feels like a cruel joke that we must dress our babies up so nicely for their goodbyes. I’m grateful for the community of mothers who have offered to lend me their child’s outfit for the day- a reminder that some kindness still exists in this world. But as I hold the tiny black dress in my hands, my heart sinks. This was not how it was supposed to be. She should be crawling around in oversized clothes, growing and learning. But instead, all I have is a small dress for her small body, for her final farewell. It makes my heart ache to think about it.
