by Melissa Willets posted in Pregnancy

I know someone who just lost a baby.
It?s so hard to watch her feeling frozen in time, like the world is going on around her, without her. She says it?s like her feet are stuck to the ground, and she can?t move. Walking across a room requires a true act of courage, it seems. She dreamed about, and wanted this baby so, so badly. But her sweet, perfect baby was, it seems, always meant to be an angel.
Her breast milk came in; her body couldn?t catch up to her mind, which doesn?t want to accept this itself, and who could blame it" What a cruel trick; the postpartum experience, without the baby. As if she needs another constant reminder that her baby can?t be with her, at least not in the way she?d hoped. Over and over again, I know she is wondering, why" How did this happen" Her poor baby didn?t deserve this.
I look at her, and I can see that it hurts to breathe.
Every day she thinks, how is this is not a nightmare" How can this be real life"
Every second, I know she longs for her baby. Yearns for her. She?s stuck in a loop of thinking about how it?s not supposed to be like this.
She?s 99 percent convinced she can?t go on. It would be so much easier to curl up and die.
But that little, tiny, itty-bitty 1 percent is whispering, you can?t. She must choose hope. She has three other children, who already lost a sibling they were also so excited to meet, and love, and include in their little gang. They can?t lose the...