It's really hard to articulate these feelings, because I think that people misinterpret it as some kind of envy. What I really feel for the pregnant women I see is a longing for that simple time when I believed everything would be okay, and that I would end up with a beautiful, healthy baby in my arms. I was half right.
When I see those tiny babies, I am filled with an almost crippling pain that I never got to bring my baby home and take her to those places. Bed, Bath, & Beyond, a pizza restaurant, a wine bar...perhaps I need to think of some better examples.
I know that with time these triggers will become less sensitive, but for now the pain is still so raw that I flinch when I see them.
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