A little perspective

Suddenly, my pity party evaporated in a puff of smoke.

I was actually doing better this morning, but had some residual "blues". I should know better than to go to bed sad since it often seems to lead to nightmares. Last night I dreamed that when you give birth to a DE baby, the baby is immediately placed in foster care until you can adopt it. The worst part is that my sister was trying to claim the baby as hers. "But I carried LB, I gave birth to LB - how can you take her?" "She isn't any more your baby than she is mine!", was her reply. But "Brad can prove he is the father and I am married to Brad!" Then I immediately started trying to call Brad to get him to come and prove he was the father with a DNA test. Except my sister had forwarded all phone lines to her phone. It was impossible to reach him. Then I woke up. I guess that is a reason for frequent night time trips to the bathroom.

This morning I read all the supportive comments on my blog. Once again, thank you so much for your understanding. Thanks for letting me vent and not telling me I am a horrible person or that I shouldn't compare myself to others. I know I shouldn't. I know we all carry some pain in our hearts. At that moment all I cared about was my pain.

At this moment I am so grateful for all that I have. I told you I would feel grateful soon, I just didn't know it would happen like a sudden sun break on a cloudy day.

As I often do, I followed my commenters back to their blogs and on The Clam came across a link to this blog, but it is probably better to start here.

I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband, a house that is more than big enough, three "cuddle bunny" cats and a dog whom I never really liked in his puppy years, but now I think will make a great uncle to LB. Not to mention many good friends (IRL and via the internet) and some wonderful caregivers that have helped us along the way.