Having a dead baby moment.
The day where I'm that woman...
I should have learnt by now that I need to remove the expectations, the time frames, the limits.
To just be. To let it pass through me. To feel whatever it is I'm feeling at the time.
Stop fighting it
I just despise this funk
It makes me question my very existence
To hold your child
One you never thought you'd have
To have to stare into her eyes and wonder why you are still breathing
To know to the very core of your soul that she was never meant to be
Knowing that you're making decision that no one should ever make
Wishing for peace
Watching every move
Waiting for the moment
The nausea, the confusion and numbness all in one single moment
When hearts break and she's gone