Where I work, I hear every sad story about life. Only once did I ever tell someone about me.
My world was turned upside down in the manner of minuets. I had no idea that it was even going to happen. On a daily basis, I hear that I am the last person to which they wanted to talk. There is no one else to help.
It takes all of my insides not to slap them sometimes. I see the young women who are pregnant with babies that they do not want. I see parents with a whole bunch of children when they should have stopped at two. I see teenagers who had sex once and got pregnant.
I had a lady come in and on her fourth pregnancy (three healthy babies at home) she came in and told me about her miscarraige. She was shaken to the core that she has lost her baby at 10 weeks. SHe insisted that it was for the best as she had just signed the divorce papers with her husband.
I told her about my daughter. I explained that it happens for a reason. I have no idea what that reason is, but there is no way I can tell my self she was for nothing.
Personally I know that Lily was born to be my guardian angel. I say that a lot, but it is true. I see my self as a mother in my dreams but the children are never mine. I am sure this is a sign that I will end up with adopted children and stay in a line of work where I will always have children around me.
