I was curled up trying to sleep. I am fighting a deep cough. The kind I had when I was pregnant with her. The position brings back the memory of coughing while I curled around my growing belly. I could almost feel her still there. My body can't do that anymore... I felt a grief wash over me for this beautiful thing my body can't do.
I feel silly. My house of full of children whom I adore, but my body cannot nourish a life within. I have so much to be grateful for, but in the dark, for just a moment, I wonder why my body had to be this way.
Silly, I know...
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