When I got pregnant, everyone told me how wonderful she would be, how incredible this experience would be....No one warned me about the moments when she is gone.
These treacherously silent moments where everything is still. They don't feel right.
Every minute I count feeling like an eternity. Every worry and fear compiling themselves single file in my mind, making me so anxious that I can't sleep.
No, no body warns you.
I hate having to share her. I'm just selfish like that I guess.
Every smile glowing like the radiance of the sun. Everything she learns is amazing and beautiful. She is like magic.
She is by far the best thing I have ever created.
These lonely days are like torture. I can't wait to have her all to myself again, to watch her sleep, and count each number with her, say each letter of the alphabet aloud.
Everyone tells you about the wonders of creating a life....No one tells you about the hole that's left when they are gone.