THIS, I REPEAT THIS! is NOT what you give someone who has lost their baby recently.
A fucking baby blanket.
A baby blanket that has no meaning to you since you don't have any memories associated with it and your dead child.
I know the intent was meant well but I just really don't see myself "wrapping myself up in this 'thing' when I'm sad or depressed while thinking about my baby."
This gift was given to me from a client who doesn't know me well. I know she was trying to give me comfort but the reverse happened. This "gift" made me even more sad. The kind of sadness of which makes me feel like I'm having a hard time associating anything with the little dude. The kind of sadness settling in the deep recesses and cracks of my memory while reminding me of my fading loss - I feel like I'm forgetting the planes of his face and the beautiful sounds of his coos and giggles - everyday with every breath I take.
Like this situation didn't really happen to me but instead, I'm living someone else's nightmare.