Just when I thought I was okay...
I realised that I may never be okay.
On the train returning from the city on Sunday. A gorgeous woman breastfeeding her small baby... I watched her and bravely thought how this time next year I will be doing that again. I really believe I will so I felt quite okay. I even very perilously thought how okay I was around babies. I mean I see them ALL the time. I never feel jealous or envious. I just think - "gorgeous baby lucky Mama".
Just when I had that thought as I watched the Mama absentmindedly flick through a magazine and pop a cherry into her mouth my DD 4 climbed off her seat beside me and crossed the aisle. She sat in front of the Mama and the baby and asked if she could touch her head. The Mama said "of course" and I watched Lucy's soft hand caress the fuzzy head of "Sarah" the baby... I felt a PANG in my chest but corrected myself.
Then my DD 2 followed in her sisters steps and did the same. The vision of Evies pudgy little hand so gently touching the baby almost felt painful. I felt a LUMP in my throat.
Then my gorgeous son 6 said, "Mama that baby is beautiful - can I say hello to her too." The sight of my very SNAG 6 year old loving that baby was just too much.
I put on my sunglasses as the tears just overwhelmed me. I couldnt' stop crying. I couldn't stop imagining my babies that never got to be stroked and cuddled and cooed at by their siblings. I saw how beautiful they were with her and how gently they talked to her.
My husband understood and moved seats to cuddle me. I soon "got it together" and I dont' think anyone noticed...
However, I realised at that moment what I always knew.
I will never be over it.
I will never be over the pain and agony that I have felt at the babies we have said goodbye to.
