And here I was this morning waking up empty. I've had contractions for a couple days which I think are shrinking the uterus back to size. Either way it's a painful and constant reminder of my empty womb.
I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Because that would mean I've moved on. If I got out of bed, everything would be one more day removed from me. But I had to, Barclay was hungry, Noah had to get to work, my house was begging for a cleaning...
But now I realize that every day is one more day to the next day, and every new day brings new blessings from the Lord.
But oh how heartbreaking it is to move on.