When my husband and I drove away from the hospital where our daughter, Eve,
was stillborn, empty armed and brokenhearted, the future felt like a
wide open blank. I didn’t know what to expect – other than to expect to
grieve.
I knew that not only did I need to grieve, but that I
wanted to. When we arrived home without our baby girl, the phrase
“silent as a tomb” became all too real of a description and I wanted to
crumple to the floor in the empty silence and sob.
Only I couldn’t. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was in shock. The only thing I could feel was nothing. But even that, one of the stages of normal grief, felt expected.
What I did not expect, however, was the effect that grief had on my sex drive . . .
Today I am writing over at Still Standing Magazine!
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