I think I’ve mentioned here that March will be hard for me. Not just because Noah’s due date is March 11th, but also because there were 5 of us due in 12 days.
I was due the 11th
C was due the 9th
J was due the 13th
T was due the 14th
M was due the 21st
It has been hard knowing that all of them still had their healthy babies inside.
Tonight I saw my first birth announcement from one of them. C had her baby a week before her scheduled cesarean. I just stared at the announcement of Facebook before hiding her husband.
I was only FB friends with C and J. M-and T are in my local mom’s group so I see them twice a week. (Let me tell you how much that sucks.)
After seeing C’s announcement, I went to look up J who I had hidden. She unfriended me. I guess my posts were too much for her.
And so it begins, the births that were supposed to be with mine. The babies who were supposed to be Noah’s age. But Noah doesn’t age. He is perpetually 20weeks. But I will forever be watching these kids grow, and thinking it should have been Noah.