BabyG2016
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This week was my first full week back at work since losing my baby.
For the most part it was a decent work, I had plenty to keep me distracted. I am a preschool teacher, so some days seeing my kiddos at work helps, and sometimes it hurts. On Wednesday, one of the girls in my class turned 5. So when we began to sing "Happy Birthday" to her, the realization that I will never get to sing to Teddy. I will never watch him make a mess in cake, blow out candles, or any of the other elements of celebrating a birthday.
Sometimes I feel like I am being selfish in my misery and mourning. I don't want to "move on" or "move forward" I want moments and memories with my sweet baby. I want tantrums and dirty diapers. I want scraped knees and sweaty gym socks. I want all the ups and downs of watching my son grow.
I am blessed for all the love and support from my family and friends, and co-workers (some of whom share this misery) but I still feel lost and alone so often.
For the most part it was a decent work, I had plenty to keep me distracted. I am a preschool teacher, so some days seeing my kiddos at work helps, and sometimes it hurts. On Wednesday, one of the girls in my class turned 5. So when we began to sing "Happy Birthday" to her, the realization that I will never get to sing to Teddy. I will never watch him make a mess in cake, blow out candles, or any of the other elements of celebrating a birthday.
Sometimes I feel like I am being selfish in my misery and mourning. I don't want to "move on" or "move forward" I want moments and memories with my sweet baby. I want tantrums and dirty diapers. I want scraped knees and sweaty gym socks. I want all the ups and downs of watching my son grow.
I am blessed for all the love and support from my family and friends, and co-workers (some of whom share this misery) but I still feel lost and alone so often.