This morning I made myself some eggs for breakfast. I had a flashback to when I was pregnant with Ethan. Actually, it was a flashback to many times while I was pregnant with Ethan. My dad and I fought every single time we'd have breakfast together, mostly at the cottage, because I wanted my eggs overcooked so as to not harm the baby.
I made sure to follow ALL of the rules. I was so paranoid from the other miscarriages that I didn't want to chance anything. For the first three months, my naturopath had me not drink anything but water, eat so well. I did everything that I was supposed to do. Everything.
Funny, all that and Ethan was born without vital signs.
The only good thing about me doing everything right is that I have no guilt. I know that I didn't do anything wrong.
No comments:
Post a Comment