February 8- 

The day came and went, moving through on auto pilot.  I only stopped momentarily to tell my co teacher all that had happened, and then every now and then when she asked questions.  I have been taking moments to use the bathroom, only to find myself holding back tears.  I just keep bottling it up and put on a happy face and try to make it through the day.   If only those around me would be there for me the way I am there for the kids in my room and those around me.


February 7- 

After the weekend, today was a tough day.  I don’t remember much from the day and looking back I feel like I was on auto pilot at work.  Fortunately, it was an easy day at work.  I came home to a package from Raun’s mom.  She sent us a garden stone in memory of Samantha to put out come Spring.  Right now, I wish Spring would come soon and that this was all a dream.  As the evening went on I didn’t do much and prepared myself for tomorrow.  My co-teacher has been gone through this whole time and I know I will have to tell the whole story.  I keep wondering, will it ever get easier to tell people about this.

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