I was minding my business while walking Peaches and decided to go to the mailbox to extend our walk. Bad idea. An invitation for a NICU re.union was waiting for me. They would like me to include a before and after photo of Daniella along with her story with my r.s.v.p.
My eyes are stinging from the fresh warm tears. My heart is at its capacity of pain. I am in bed now hoping that sleep will give me a repreive from the wrenching pain. I am done with this. Just done.
I mean, don’t these fools know to double-check that the baby lived? How do you NOT do that? How?