I was walking out of the grocery store heading to the car when I noticed something in the street. It was a chucheta (pacifier) like Isannah constantly used in the NICU. For some reason seeing that chucheta on the ground made me cry where I stood. I guess I was taking back to that time and to the times that if we didn’t have it around when Isa wanted it she would cry so sadly. I pictured a baby screaming while her mom frantically searched for the lost chucheta. I wanted to pick it up, dust it off and sanitize it just to have it on hand in case I found that mother/father and their child. I had to force myself to walk away, wipe my tears and get in my car. Is there something wrong with me?
I thought that way a few days ago. Nothing wrong with us. We are just mothers and remember everything. Keep posting and holding on.