Emotions about missing out on a birth experience (I know, Why?!) the look of sheer pride Mr K would give me after the epic effort, those early days of bonding with a bundle of squidge, breastfeeding, the whole shebang.
It pains me to think Ive taken a step backwards, but I have to remind myself that grief is not linear and little pockets can emerge when you least expect and this process is indeed a roller coaster. It's strange because today we had another Stage Two meeting (more about that in my next post) and I felt positive and excited about everything moving forward, I'm truly looking forward to meeting our future little squidge and bonding with them
I've been listening to this song A LOT today to reming me to keep going