I’ve been thinking about this moment a lot over the last few weeks.
I had an appointment just 2 weeks before Joseph died and it’s the last time I got to hear his heartbeat. I probably wouldn’t remember if he hadn’t landed such a good kick on the Doppler.
Thank you for that, Joseph.
I know it was better that I didn’t know, but I still kind of wish I had. Now it’s a bittersweet memory for me: sweet because I love that it’s a special moment he and I shared, but also sad because I had no idea what was coming.
I didn’t know it was the last time.
