Tell Your Story
Sunday, May 2nd, 2010How I felt at the time…
Overwhelmed by floods of deep sadness, fear, anger, humility and gratitude.
How I feel now…
At peace with that part of my past. I know it was what I needed to do and I am glad that I did it. I still dream sometimes about a baby, a baby who I love and who holds no resentment.
My story…
He was prompt, he was rarely prompt, the king of being late really. We walked together through a patch of woods and into a clearing, resting our voices for the conversation to come. A rolling carpet of pasture lay down in front of us; quiet, open. At one time I was aware of the boundless space around and above me as well as my own fragile limits. “I am pregnant,” I said. The words fell like a broken piano might fall; hitting the ground between us in a chattering chord. Once the echo softened into the tree line he said, “I saw the stick.” That would be the stick I peed on, the one that left a bright pink plus sign embedded in my eyelids for the last week. John reached for my hand and I watched as his fingers wrapped me in warmth. (more…)