I haven't had a "good" cry for a while now. Until this morning, when the worst-cramps-ever-in-the-history-of-the-world-ever-no-really-that-bad finally got the better of me after two days and I gave up holding it back.
"I have *sniff* horrible cramps *sob* it's been a year since I was *sniffle* pregnant *wail* and *sniff* I am SO sick *drip* of *sob* being *sob* disappointed."
Soft touches, kisses and hugs brought me back to sanity and snuggling always makes me feel better.
"I don't like it when you're upset Poppet"
"Neither do I *sniffle*"
"But it's good to get it out"
"S'pose *hic* so"
"It'll be all right"
"It better be..."
And it better be because who wants to live the rest of their life disappointed?
I remember after losing George, one lady from work "comforting" me by expressing her sorrow at my "great disappointment". No, dear, I'm grieving the loss of my son.
*sigh* Do excuse my rambling.
I'm sorry, Barbara. I wish there were more to say. Sending you so much love and hoping for better days.ReplyDelete
Love to you, Barb. Remembering your babies always. xoReplyDelete
♥ ♥ ♥ReplyDelete
It will be ok, because you have a great guy by you.ReplyDelete
I'm sorry that your dream has not come true and that George and Little Poppet are not with you.
And I think it is fine to feel disappointed about that and to have a good cry.
Big hugs. xxReplyDelete
I know. Oh, I know. And I am so sorry with you.ReplyDelete
All my love to you, dear friend. Huge hugs, big warm cups of tea.ReplyDelete
love. just love.ReplyDelete