|mine and the hubby's room during the trip|
The problem with grief is that it can hit you at any moment. I woke up Saturday morning in the most gorgeous setting only to be bed-ridden for about an hour. I was in the kitchen with my friends talking and laughing, when all of a sudden (out of nowhere) I just wanted to cry. I excused myself and went back to my room where I sobbed, prayed and apparently fell asleep only to be woken up by one of the girls checking on me. I didn't want to cause a scene, bring down the mood or take attention away from the birthday girl - so I took a shower while listening to some gospel music to lift my spirits. I pulled it together and made my way outside the room again to join everyone for breakfast and get back to my normal self. I'm lucky to have a group of friends who are so supportive and understanding of my situation. I read so many baby loss blogs where women haven't heard from their friends in months if at all in regards of the death of their babies. No matter how dismal I feel at times, I do realize I'm blessed to have an infinite amount of support.