I just wanted to post my thoughts on the loss of my twin grandsons, Daniel James and Jordin Alexzander.
They were taken before their time in April, and I still can't get over it. From the moment I saw their first ultrasound, I had so much love in my heart for them. Words can't describe. Watching them grow, watching their little arms and legs kicking and waving. Precious little ones who I couldn't wait to see.
My daughter lost them after spending nearly 2 weeks in the hospital. She gave birth to 2 stillborn sons. She has a son Alexzander James, so she named them Daniel James and Jordin Alexzander, so part of their older brother will always be with them.
I am devastated. I so looked forward to their birth. I was out pricing double strollers....looking up little outfits online...all these cool twin websites. I can't even bear to see a twin now...and I'm driving myself crazy with this. I know they're in heaven now, but I still can't resign myself to their absence here. I hope God helps me through this, because it's eating me up inside. Is this normal? I don't know. Watching those poor lifeless little bodies born has sucked the soul right out of me.