A former collegue of mine told me that he had a rough weekend, and I thought to myself, "Did you have a hard time finding a spot at the mall?" (I didn't really think this before he went on with his story, but I do realize that I have become quite cynical. Babyloss just has a way of forcing one to put things into perspective, but I digress.)
What came out of his mouth next totally caught me off-guard. "My wife and I lost our baby on Saturday," he said matter-of-factly.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," I managed.
"She was 5 months along," and he pulled out his phone to show me a picture. Without hesitation, he shared the pictures just like any proud daddy would.
"I'm not sure if you know this, but our firstborn died," I shared.
He hadn't known. He looked surprised actually.
"Well, you look fine. How was the recovery?" he asked.
"Physically or emotionally?" I clarified.
"Emotionally," he said (I was kind of dreading that he'd say that).
I had to pause to avoid scaring him, but I didn't want to sugarcoat the situation. I simply said, "Well, emotionally, I'm still healing. I will never be the same. It never really goes away, but it does get better. "
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Monday, December 6, 2010
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I am proud of him for sharing and so sad yet another family joins this family.
What you told him is def true and it's good for him to hear it so that he knows that it's ok to always love them and miss them. I'm sorry that they have to walk this road.
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