There is tear stained pillow that sits on my couch as a symbol of a mother's grief and endless love. Few months back, during my shift at the pharmacy, I was standing behind the counter when a mother brought her newborn baby into the store. The baby began to cry and as soon as I heard the baby's cry, it triggered all these emotions, it literally took my breath away and I felt a sudden panic attack come on. I quickly ran out the back door to try and compose myself but ended up breaking down in tears and completely falling apart. I told work I had to leave, I just couldn't pull myself together. I cried the whole way home and I couldn't get in the door fast enough. I fell across the couch & I held on to this pillow cried and screamed until I had nothing left of me. Losing a baby is something no mom is ever prepared for mentally or physically; it leaves one feeling devastated, broken, sometimes experiencing endless panic attacks with an unfillable void.
I pray for you to be comforted. But this is the process that will bring you to that place eventually. This and prayer and living your life with a loving purpose. You are comforting others by sharing your story. ❤️