I made it through the party. I love our friends, and it was good to see them, but it was still hard. There were a couple of tough moments like when a friend mentioned that just recently, he realized how much he hates kids. (Why am I friends with this person?!?) In reality, the party was less painful than I thought it would be. I was dreading the fun, truth be told. I was pretty numb throughout, but I did have a few fun moments. (Which of course makes me feel guilty, because why should I be having fun when my baby isn't with me anymore...) My physical pain has intensified again. I'm assuming its all of the walking I did today while running errands with DH. I took it easy when we got home, but still had some pain during the party.
We have another event to go to this weekend. My goddaughter's christening. I think I'll be able to use the same strategy I used tonight to get through the party-- not thinking about what has happened to us and focusing on others. I love our friends (the parents of our goddaughter) and we adore and love our goddaughter as well. We are so happy to be a part of their lives and honored that they chose us to be in their lives as well. I'm proud to stand up for them tomorrow. It will be bitter-sweet. I'm choosing to focus on the happiness their family has found and not focus on our sadness.
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