Well this is *the* week.
Two years ago today, my friend gave birth to her beautiful little girl Eva. Two years ago tomorrow we visited her in the hospital. Two years ago Tuesday we found out our little girl had died. Two years ago Wednesday we did our best to pretend everything was normal for Aidan's 4th birthday party. Two years ago Thursday we sat around alone at home all day waiting for a call from our midwife with an induction plan. Two years ago Friday we started said induction and after a stressful day of no progress went to bed planning to make a new plan in the morning. Two years ago Saturday I finally went into labor and delivered our beautiful little girl Kenna.
That sums up the week I am going to relive and the week I can already feel myself starting to have.
To make things even better, a friend from one of my grief and loss boards delivered her daughter Hannah this morning at (I think) 22 weeks. Hannah had a trisomy disorder and lived just under 2 hours. No one should have to live this nightmare once and definitely no one should have to live it twice. Puts me in a foul mood just thinking about it, to be honest.
Maybe I will post happy go lucky things this week, but just a fair warning more than likely I will not. Although, I will probably finally post my amazing post on the 5 billion ways we've eaten all our zucchini this year.
By the way, if you have not been reading long and have idea what I'm talking about, click on Kenna's name in the sand on the left sidebar of my blog and you can read her story.