Every day since Finn died has been an attempt to press on and move forward with my life, throwing my plans out the window and rewriting my story, my “new normal”. I literally had a huge pregnant belly one day and came home the next day without a baby to be greeted by boxes of delivered diapers on my front porch. Reality seems like a dream. I feel like I got off of a plane at the wrong destination, jet-lagged, and I’m wandering around trying to figure out where I am and how to get back to where I was going. The world around me continues and time keeps ticking forward. And as it does, I wander through this strange alternate reality ever aware of those “should-have-been’s”.
Today after work I picked up Jaxton from daycare and he asked to go to a particular park. Continue Reading