After 13 1/2 months my beautiful baby girl left to go live with her Grandma. I can not go into the untruths and innuendos that made this so scary for us. Last Friday I had to do the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. With my girls by my side I handed my sweet baby to someone she did not know and walked away while she screamed my name. No transition. I have been on the other end of this four times. I know she will grieve and eventually will be ok. I know she will not remember me just as my babies do not remember their first caregivers. I know we have other children and other babies but they are not interchangeable. She is gone and has left a gaping hole in our hearts.
In this situation I am thankful for her grandma who I believe is a good person. When I gave her her grandchild, she told me we are now family. On Tuesday she called me and asked how we are doing. She told me the baby loves me and says thank you. She made my heart smile. My girl is a with a good person.
So weird to be on this end, to be the one left with the memories.