A Pair Of Hospital Pants...
I keep a pair of ugly hospital pants in the bottom drawer of my dresser to remind me of that day- the worst day. I should trash them, but I can't help but hold on to the memory they belong to. I think back to that time often- The fear, the hope, the helplessness, the heartbreak. Losing a child is a feeling like no other- even when that child didn't resemble anything human- it was only a small pile of flesh with black eyes when it left my womb- but it was a child nonetheless. My child . There are people who suggest, people who simply state, "have another one." Words sting. I did have another child. A healthy beautiful boy, who grows stronger and bigger by the day, my rainbow, the third... or rather fourth of my offspring- But those people- they don't understand the pain that still lingers- the blame I put on myself, "maybe if I didn't stress so much...maybe if I had known I was pregnant sooner." But what hurts most is not knowi...