Betty is perfect. She’s been walking for several months, to the point where she’s nearly running now. She’s been sleeping through the night again for a couple of months. She’ll repeat words, kinda, occasionally, but she’s not exactly talking. She’s begun having mini-tantrums when she wants something she can’t or shouldn’t have. She gets in to anything and everything that she can reach. No drawer, cabinet, or trash can is safe. Every day she looks less like a baby, and more like a little girl. She is absolutely the light of my life.
I’m still suffering from post-miscarriage depression. It’s been 2 months and 12 days since my visit to the ER. I have moments where I forget that I’m not pregnant anymore, and I grieve all over again. I thought I wanted to try again right away, but I find myself terrified of the possibility of going through this again. I have actually felt some relief when my period shows up, knowing that some stresses won’t be starting just yet. I feel like the fog might be starting to clear, though.
I hope I haven’t lost all of my readers. I miss you ladies. I’m checking in when I can, usually via cell phone, so I don’t usually comment. I’m going to try to do better.