A bunch of us were leaving a monthly support group last night, which happens to be held in a hospital. Some moms, particularly those who gave birth and/or lost their babies in that hospital do not feel comfortable going into the building alone, if at all. Many of us still feel uncomfortable at the sight of babies and pregnant women, and the maternal-fetal medicine unit is a few floors down from where our meetings are held.
On our own, the feelings we each get when faced with a very pregnant woman or a newborn baby usually involve dread, sadness, fear, panic, anger, jealousy, agitation, isolation, and a whole host of other emotions. Well, last night, after just discussing this very thing in our group, we all got on the elevator to leave, the elevator stopped a few floors down, and a whole gang of big pregos got on. I say "gang" because it did feel a little bit like the socs vs. the greasers. Somehow, together we were able to laugh. I guess it wasn't funny ha-ha, but funny surreal.
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Hahaha... I found that funny :) in the same way you did.
Good to hear from you again Alysse.
Strength always
Joel
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