-Explaining to a bunch of family when they ask how many kids you have that there are 3 and when they ask where the 3rd is that one precious baby is dead sucks. And since it sucks you avoid talking to people so you don't have to explain... And you spend the whole weekend standing alone talking to yourself instead.
-Every time your daughter isn't in your sight, freaking out and thinking she's drowned in the slough out back and having to search high and low over and over again by yourself cause no one else wonders where she is because they're not as neurotic as her mother.
-Forgetting your antidepressants at home and not being able to take them for 3 days and crying all the way home for the baby that should have been toddling around the reunion this year.
-Not seeing your dead baby's name listed as one of the grandchildren on your Dad's family story.
-Wondering why I out of all the people there was the horribly unlucky one to lose their baby and everyone else got to keep theirs.
-Feeling alone in a crowd full of people...
Yup, all in all, it sucked. I miss my baby.
3 comments:
Sounds awful...I'm sorry. Sending big (((hugs)))
OH, hun, I'm sorry. We remember sweet Kaelen!
I can honestly say I understand you completely. xoxo
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