I know I haven't been around. My grandfather passed on December 19th. And Tinkerbell gave birth to a baby girl just last night. She's courageous. Looking at her circumstances logically, she picked a wonderful family for little Bella.
Every time the nurse announced how much she had dilated, I watched my daughter come to terms with how much closer she was to giving up a baby that she carried for 9 months to someone else. Mental anguish would wash over her face. Each centimeter-increase was met with a gut wretching howl.
There was a definite connection between the adoptive mom and my daughter. They held hands almost the entire time of the labor process. It really touched me how she understood and cried with Tinkerbell.
It was beautifully bittersweet.
Hopefully, I'll get back to normal soon.
Hugs and chocolate,