Birthdays without Mama.
There are days where the grief envelops me whole. Where tears run and I know it’s best not to stop them. That my grief is as valid and real as anyone else’s. My sweet baby girl turns 8 tomorrow. This will be the first time in her life where she won’t wake up with her Mama by her side. And I know fully, that this is far harder for me than it is for her. She will still wake happy and giddy knowing it’s her day. She will still wake surrounded by the love of her father, brother and sister. And for that I am so eternally grateful. 8 years ago we were out running errands. Me with my huge belly, terribly swollen legs, hands and feet and rising lab levels that indicated I needed my sweet girl out. We were scheduled for the 31st. And unexpectedly the phone rang. It was my doctor asking if we’d be okay to come in tomorrow instead. My heart leapt out of my chest. YES! I replied. Knowing that meant I’d get to meet my baby girl that much sooner. She was born at 740 am the next morning a...