I got to be a mom. Even if it was for just a few minutes before I had to send them back to their Father in Heaven, I got to be a mom.
Lucas and I have come to recognize our important role in the lives of our sweet babies. They were lucky enough to come to earth only for a short time to fulfill their missions. We were lucky enough to supply them with the bodies and the love they needed.
I am so grateful for the wonderful doctors and nurses at Memorial Hospital. They were there to support us through difficult times, and difficult news. They cried with us. They shared their own stories with us, and made me feel at home for the worst weekend of my life. In Indiana. When Josie and Wyatt were born, they let us hold them and take care of them for the few minutes they needed us. And then they let us hold them some more. They made phone calls for us, and took care of everything we needed. They let us be a family.
I don't know what I would have done without my Kane family. I wanted my mom to be there with me, but my in-laws were perfect. Their love and support was unmeasurable. We received so many wonderful and encouraging messages from our family and friends, we are so blessed.
Lucas is my rock. He didn't leave my side. He prayed with me and gave me Priesthood blessings. He was encouraging and faithful, and the best dad I could ever imagine for my babies. Oh how I love him.
My cousin Wendy shared this quote with me ... I've read it a hundred times in the last week:
"The mother who laid down her little child, being deprived of the privilege, the joy, and the satisfaction of bringing it up to manhood or womanhood in this world, would, after the resurrection, have all the joy, satisfaction, and pleasure, and even more than it would have been possible to have had in mortality, in seeing her child grow to the full measure of stature of it's spirit...When she does it there, it will be with the certain knowledge that the results will be without failure; whereas here, the results are unknown until after we have passed the test."
