Just a rant not so much a ?
Ok, I had a little girl two months ago. I was 36 weeks pregnant and she was stillborn. That's horrible in itself, especially going through hours of labor (not to mention I had one of those horrible epidural experiences where the top half of the body goes numb and you still feel EVERYTHING down below) and coming home empty handed to my little girls bassinet and her clothes and toys. I finally get back to work a week ago, and today, some oblivious person, just as cheerful as can be, asks me if I had my baby yet, and what it was. After this happened, I go to crying. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not mad at the person, it isn't their fault they didn't know. My rant is more about myself. You have to understand, I am one of those "put together" people at work, and what happens at home stays at home. I guess I underestimated how much I was really hurting inside. I'm just so disappointed that I reacted like that to such an innocent question. Will I ever get over being so overly sensitive about losing my daughter, or am I destined to damn near have a panic attack any time anyone brings her up or says something stupid? (as people sometimes do, when we lose someone special)
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