Be Held

She’s crying in the darkness. Big, raspy, gasping, croupy cries. My husband and I run to the bathroom and turn on the light and the shower. As I hold her, she clings tight and the tears slow a little. The steam helps, but still her chest heaves loud in the night as she gulps in air. It’s … Continue reading Be Held

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Making sense of it all…

When I look at the Christmas tree, that’s when it hits me. My daughter and I carefully decorated it. The lights twinkle cheerfully. The presents are wrapped and labelled and piled high until Christmas morning. Everything is ready, waiting. When I look at the Christmas tree, that’s when the tears really begin to flow. There … Continue reading Making sense of it all…