April 19th, 2017

Tonight is the worst night of sleep yet. It’s 2:58 a.m. and I’m wide awake. Obviously it’s because today is the day of our goodbye ceremony. My heart is pounding. My mind is wildly racing. I haven’t made the playlist I wanted to or written the letters I wanted to. But the house is spotless. My husband just woke up and texted me asking where I was.  I should go up to bed. I’m trying to find an excuse to stay up. But there’s nothing left to clean tonight. No motivation left to read, write or color. And my husband texted again.

-confessions of a miscarriage mama-