I don't want to bum you down on your Friday, but I haven't had the sentiment to write about this yet on the blog. Since many friends and family read this that I don't otherwise get to exchange news with, I want to be brave and do it now.
I guess I am not that brave, but will rather give you the link and you can see it there as you like or not. I wrote about it just this week for a mother's group I contribute occasionally to. They had asked for contributions on the theme of "birth". I felt so strongly that there be at least one story of how it sometimes doesn't go as we hope, for all those mothers and fathers who have experienced an interrupted birth. So much of the pain is feeling alone since there is a stigma about talking about it openly.
It's important to talk about these things, because they happen. They happen and they are normal. They happen and it is sad. Life is sometimes sad. It is also full of unbelievable joy. It's the risk we all talk for that joy.