I’ve been 36 years old for two weeks. Two long weeks. Two weeks that I would give back if I could… I learned that life could change and yet stay the same in one awful moment and that the change could make each second of normalcy feel like a stab in the heart. I know many, many women close to me that have gone through pregnancy loss and I am stunned by how strong I never even realized they were until now.
I learned that just having my sister in the same house comforts my soul and that I have a friend that would terrorize the world for me.
My husband and friends assured me that I would be proud of myself for returning to work and “normal” life but I learned that they were wrong.
The world is a little dimmer and the edges are a little blurred but nothing except everything has changed.