last night
i had a glass of wine and a valium
i went into bed
and cried and prayed
that i would dream of her
i didn't
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do not judge by mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy
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- charmedgirl
- after 4 years of infertility, IVF, and a high-risk yet successful triplet pregnancy, we thought one baby girl created the old-fashioned way would be a piece of cake; that's not what happened. we miss you paige...stillborn at 40 weeks on her due date, 9.9.07.
or so we thought...
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- diary of a domestic diva
- i won't fear love
- it's a strange world
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- losses and gains
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- missing micah
- my new reality
- my resurfacing
- oh well
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- SAHM of 3
- the para.graph
- this is not what i had planned
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3 comments:
We're all -- as the cliche goes -- so different. I pray that I won't dream of them. And I never do.
I don't pray that I'll dream of them either. But I think it might be that I never remember my dreams...ever. So who knows what's really going through my brain at night. Maybe it's all dead babies, all the time, 8 hours of the night?
I, like you, pray that I will dream of my baby. It's only been a couple of weeks and nothing yet. I hope you get your dream soon...
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