Do not worry. I will not be sending my recalled sling back. I will not be part of any class-action suits. I did not even get to take it out of the box.
My baby died before I even got to hold him. I don't know what that feels like and my arms ache.
Can you imagine if someone at Infantino got that letter?
I wouldn't send it, of course.
My heart hurts so much.
I wonder if people know that it is possible to smile and look "great" when you feel dead inside?
I wonder if people know that I bite my lip constantly to hold back tears?
I wonder if people know that this is literally unbearable sometimes, and all I can do is curl up under my blanket and hope that I get back to normal breathing again?
A dear friend told me I was such a trooper.
I told her that I used to be.
Now, I just survive. I try to make it from the start of the day to the finish...and can't even think about tomorrow because the thought of another today is just too depressing.
How am I supposed to spend the rest of my life without my little boy? How is that possible? How? I am barely making it from one day to the next.
I just don't know how.