The days when my friends have no down time, laundry galore, dirt and mud tracked on the kitchen floor, never-ending meals, nighttime wake-ups, and a desperation for naps -- those are the days I keenly feel an absence.
My house is clean. The laundry is usually done in a day. Bella takes naps and sleeps through the night. We have no diapers, no bottles, no rooms filled with the baby's toys and hers mixed together.
All of that sits in a little box in the garage. Once again unused and untouched.
They're hauling carseats and laughing about their third cup of coffee in an hour because the baby was up all night -- and I'm knitting on the couch while Bella plays at my side.
If this was by choice, it might be different. This scenario might even have sounded snarky or bragging to some. But when the cause is those other littles being taken away by death and loss -- then it's a very hard thing.
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