My heart shot into my throat today when I saw these pictures of our friends little baby girl on Evan’s boppy. I used that boppy to help me sleep upright and support my lower back for every single night of my last trimester so I know it well. It breaks my heart more each day to deal with the reality that Evan never got to know one single item we had prepared for him.
I want my baby to be propped up on this boppy, not theirs, and yet, I gave it to them to use.. Sigh! She sure is cute though.
They are comming over for dinner tonight, Dave is currently installing their car seat into the same damn spot Evan’s car seat was installed in order to transport them to and from dinner tonight. They don’t have a car of their own. Wish me strength. I must be desperet for friendship. I will be once again spending the night living in the ghostly palor of what was "almost" my life.