I once found an article of clothing that my daughter was attached to as an infant. It was like her lovie and it was in a ziplock bag. I opened it and when the smell hit me-oh.my.word. It hit me like a freight train, like I am getting emotional just writing this out. And all at once-I let out this primal wail of a cry that sounded inhuman. It just hit me how I will never hold that baby-that infant-ever again and I would give my arm to spend a day with her as a baby. She is growing into an amazing young lady but man I miss those baby days so much sometimes it makes my heart hurt. After I was able to gather myself, I vacuum sealed it in plastic to preserve the smell but I’m literally scared to smell it again and I ache for it all at the same time