I have been resting on my bed this evening, cuddling with the new stuffed dog that my husband gave me for our anniversary. He has given me quite a number of stuffed animals over the years for different holidays/occasions.
This past Christmas, my husband gave me a stuffed Charlie Brown, Snoopy, and Woodstock (really they were for Faith). I have really enjoyed receiving a vast array of different stuffed animals.
Earlier while we were watching a movie, I was thinking of the comfort that I have found in holding my stuffed animals. It may sound strange, but indeed, it is not, to me. For anyone who has lost a loved one, especially, a child that is supposed to be in your arms, you know that the there is a real physical ache you feel of not having that person in your arms.
For me, being able to hold some of my stuffed animals has helped immensely.
The teddy bear that I sleep with, is the one that the hospital had beside Faith the day she was born. Outside of the outfit I dressed her in, that teddy bear is one of the few items that we are blessed to have. I have read so many posts on Facebook about people that have lost a child and have no pictures, hand and foot prints, or anything tangible. That makes me so thankful that we have the items that we do have.
While I am very aware that this teddy bear is not my daughter, that does't mean I don't call the teddy bear Faith. My Faith teddy bear is one of the most precious things I now own. Holding this teddy bear brings me more comfort than I can explain, physically, as well as emotionally.