I can't help but feel it. I can't really say I've ever felt it before, but I feel the pang of missing out on the healthy birth of my girl. While I don't dwell on this, and haven't bc it is not reality. But today a friend delivered a healthy little girl and I felt the pang. I am SO happy for her and so thankful, but for a moment I felt that robbed feeling. I missed having that opportunity. As there are no plans for any more children in my future, that is one of the things I was most looking forward to with Lillian and I didn't get it. This whole thing with her airway honestly feels like just like being in the NICU again. All this wretched information about her airway. It's like being the little room again. It is difficult to explain or for anyone to even understand. It is wearing to hear people tell you all the crap that you already know...ie..."she's here"..."look at everything she's come through"...HELLOOOOO I get it. I know this, I know it all. However, we are not talking about a broken bone. WE are talking about her ability to BREATHE. I feel raw. Like an open nerve. Really what I think I want is to unleash all the thoughts I have running through my head, but I can't and won't bc noone is to blame. This is the way God intended. This is the path.
My friend with ALS died Monday and her funeral viewing is tonight. Funeral is tomorrow. Will be a difficult ending to a difficult week.