I feel angry, and somewhat accepting of the fact that this is just…life now. I will always feel this empty hole in my chest where she once was. All happiness will pale in the comparison of that hole. This pain is background noise to all the events of life.
I’m also exhausted which has added an extra layer of foggy feeling strangeness to this day. Polly is just as exhausted, teething is painful and she is having a rough time with it which has made her sleeping fitful. We will be glad when it’s over and we’re all sleeping better. 😴
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