124 – Tue, Sep 4, 2018, 9:00 PM
September 1, 2019
I’m feeling a bit “better” now. I don’t really know what that word means. But I woke up this morning, and it didn’t hurt to get out of bed.
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not being able to cry
066 – Mon, Dec 11, 2017, 8:16 PM
December 1, 2018
I’ve felt like such a horrible person because I’ve been so numb this week. Now I sit in my car and my eyes fill with tears, and I realize that what I dread more than being asked if I have children is not being asked anything at all.
044 – Thu, Oct 12, 2017, 6:52 PM
October 1, 2018
I live with this anger, this endless rage. I lay still in yoga, but all the time I want to scream.
25 Aug 2018 – Amy Anne
August 25, 2018
I fed her shredded chicken with my fingers this morning. The vet prescribed her steroids. She actually has an appetite. I gave her a piece of my blueberry scone. I guess it doesn’t matter now what’s good for her in the long run.
20 Feb 2018 – Time
February 20, 2018
I feel unusual in the way that I’ve been counting. I’ve never kept elaborate timelines. My cousin’s wife reminded me when 30 days had passed. I was visiting, and her words took the breath out of me. It always feels like yesterday.
9 Feb 2018 – No
February 9, 2018
Nobody tells you that stillbirth is a possibility. I still remember, even while screaming, that I was thinking about the three other women in that testing room, and how I must have been their shocking introduction to the fact that babies die.
