So an update on the SIL's wedding...
I went, I took pictures, I was kind and charming (or my horrific impersonation of the same), I hugged my MIL and my SIL (twice!!!) and, wait for it, I did it all STONE COLD SOBER. Unlike Moz, who was pickled to the gills and spent most of the day in bed. It doesn't mean there won't be war later, I'm expecting it, but for that one night, we all got along (and at one point danced together!!!)
It's three a.m. and I should be in bed, but I just got home from a friend's house where I was keeping her and her DH company while she miscarried.
I look at that last sentence and I don't know what to follow it with.
But then I think, this is as much a part of midwifery as delivering happy, fat babies with Apgars of 9 and that's the sad truth of it all. I'm glad I could go to her and be with her. I would say she's doing well; she has a loving, supportive man there with her and I'm hoping they get a very restful night's sleep, but there's the endless nagging of the wrongness of what has happened.
I'm so sorry, my friend.
3 comments:
I'm glad everything went well!
I'm so sorry to hear about your friend, though. She and her husband will be in my prayers.
I wish I had someone like you to sit with me while I was going through my miscarriages. What a blessing. I'm sure you were a huge help.
Here's to a better 2009 for all of us!
No, I don't think you have to follow it up. I think it's enough to say what you did. You went, you sat with her.
The act of abiding, it's the greateest gift we have to offer each other.
I'm glad that you made the best of the wedding.
I can't help but cry for your friend.
Two hands = one big heart of gold.
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