...On the night of 19th when my breasts became hard and sore to touch, the nurses brought me hot water bottles rather than my baby. I should have known. ...Birdman was apparently away to Very Big City with our baby. Every SMS update sent to me about her after 16th Jan was fake. I was a donkey eating at his trough. I should have known. ...Visitors who came to see me in the hospital did not look me straight in the eye. I should have known. ...My mother sounded reluctant every time I asked her on a timeline on when my stitches would be cut and I could travel to Very Big City. I should have known. ...I grieved at how many pricks and tubes were affixed to my little baby while she lay cold and unfeeling at the bottom of an earth pit fatigued from all the effort she put into staying alive. I should have known. ...Family dropped clues on how oxygen deprivation could affect the brain. I spelt it out for them. I told them that Lola was my daughter even if she came out r-e-t-a-r-d-e-d from the o...
Everybody at this end, too, including my dad's cattle and the barn cats. :( Even the spring air is pregnant with expectation. Blah!
ReplyDeleteugh i know
ReplyDeleteUgh GOD....I so know that feeling, mate. It sucks so much ass! And you know what's worse...its that "hey we're going to try in [insert month name]" and it actually f#cking works... god the universe shits me sometimes.
ReplyDeleteLets have a collective puke about them philistines... xx
Ummm, could he have been any more clueless in how he told you this news? MEN! Sorry.
ReplyDeleteI've noticed it, too! I'm sending you an extra hug..right...NOW! Did ya get it? ;o)
ReplyDeleteTell me about it. It indeed looks like the season. I just want to get into a closet and hide!
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