My son's been going to swimming lessons for the last five weeks. Today his instructor and I had this conversation:
Her: "It's funny. My name is almost like his. B-R-E-N-N-A. Brenna."
Me: Awkward silence where I try to appear normal.
Not quite a conversation, but painful as all hell.
Que tears that I fight off for the rest of the hour.
Couple that with the adorable little girl with blond ringlets and a pink bathing suit that I had to walk behind for five minutes out to the car and you have got yourself one very. shitty. day.
I started this blog in 2008 after the stillbirth of my daughter. Now it's not just about loss, but about life.
2 comments:
I understand. There are days when I can deal with life...pregnant women, laughing kids, baby boys and then there are days when ai hear a baby crying and it breaks my hearts that I cannot hear my baby cry.
Um, yeah. I guess I can see how that would be a kick in the teeth. So sorry, hun. Hoping for a better day for you...
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