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Sep. 22nd, 2014
TW STILLBIRTH
I just scheduled a post to publish on the blog tomorrow, and I am wiped out. Christopher Robin's fifth stillbirthday is on Thursday, and tomorrow is the anniversary of the beginning of our medical crisis. I am both doing really well and not well at all. I am grateful and angry. It's complicated. I guess as complicated as it ought to be.
Anyway. I just wrote it out and kind of put the pieces where I wanted them to fit, and I am scheduling it for the morning. I am not going to look at it until later. I am not going to edit it any more. I just need to say this stuff about this stuff, and not keep myself from saying it because I want it to be perfect. Nothing will be perfect. My kid is dead. Nothing will be perfect.
I just scheduled a post to publish on the blog tomorrow, and I am wiped out. Christopher Robin's fifth stillbirthday is on Thursday, and tomorrow is the anniversary of the beginning of our medical crisis. I am both doing really well and not well at all. I am grateful and angry. It's complicated. I guess as complicated as it ought to be.
Anyway. I just wrote it out and kind of put the pieces where I wanted them to fit, and I am scheduling it for the morning. I am not going to look at it until later. I am not going to edit it any more. I just need to say this stuff about this stuff, and not keep myself from saying it because I want it to be perfect. Nothing will be perfect. My kid is dead. Nothing will be perfect.