Love to Maddison and to you Tracey. Don't expect to much from yourself too soon. Do something indulgent and life-affirming for yourself.
After my first miscarriage, I took a weekend trip I couldn't afford to Mount Rushmore... I rode a novelty train, toured a chocolate factory, an alligator farm, a safari park, a wax museum and stopped at every weird touristy trap I could find. I also colored my hair and had it cut short. (I hated the haircut and cried buckets...terrifying the stylist. I also got stung on the eye by a wasp... adding injury to insult.) But the pictures, the memories, the tacky souveniers are dear to me. I am able to revisit that time in my life with a wry fondness, rather than sorrow. And coming back from that weekend, I was able to deal with putting away the baby clothes and books and handle the painful sympathy of friends better...
Blessings to your family.
