The worst part is, there's nothing left. Nothing I can hold on to but memories. Memories of how the day went, of everything that happened, of his smell, his weight, his toes... All I'm left with is in my head.
As I walk out the BWH, I realize this for the first time.
Belly-less, baby-less. But on my feet once again.
You have the memories and you have him in your heart for always. You're in my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI'm new at blogging so it took me a while to see your comment and reply. Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
DeleteI remember that feeling like it was yesterday. The second I found out L had died, I felt like I wasn't pregnant and for months after she was gone, I hated touching my stomach or when my husband would touch it. It just felt so wrong.
ReplyDeleteYou will always have him in your heart and your thoughts. I'm thinking of you.
I understand what you mean! I hate even thinking about my stomach. It makes me sick when I find myself touching it. Thank you for your support.
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