I couldn’t sleep. I laid nights awake watching Alex try to sleep or comfort her when she was having a nightmare or when she cried. It’s the first time in days that she was asleep when I woke. She was curled up against me. Something she doesn’t do often after she lost the baby. She kept pulling away. When I woke up during the nights, I found her curled up into a ball on her side of the bed. She was trying to comfort herself.
I laid in bed that felt like hours, just holding her and brushing my hand up and down her back. She made no movement except for the soft rise and fall of her chest.
I got up from the bed without waking her up. I pushed my pillows against her side and waited for her to snuggle up against them before I left the bedroom.
I hid my hurt to take care of her. Every time
