More hardships during the recovery period.

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Martin left the room and went to the kitchen and was banging and clanging stuff around. Shuffling through the fridge and cabinets for things. All the while all I was doing was sobbing and still babbling encoherently to myself.

Soon the banging and clanging stopped and so did the shuffle of things. He returned with a make shift tray of food for himself and I. He sat next to me on the bed with tray still in hand. He kinda whispered it but I could still hear him. "You need to eat to get your strength back doctors orders. But if you don't want to I understand. But please just do me a favor and help me eat this pile of food I worked so hard to cook because I don't think I can eat this much food alone." "I love you and only want you to get your strength back please."

What he does next shocks me. She takes the fork and plucks a few eggs off the plate and makes the air plane sounds that I make to Julian towards me. All the while laughing and telling me to open wide because the air planes come to the airport to land in my tummy. I know he was only trying to make me laugh...but all I wanted to do was cry. After his attempt at the air plane more than once he set the fork down and set the tray aside on the bed side table.

He then laid down next to me and held me and began to cry with me. Saying to just let it all out that we would cry together and once we were both done crying it out that we can start fresh and begin to heal. We laid there for hours crying it out it felt like.

Eventually my sobbing stopped and so did his. I sat up looked at Martin and asked him if he felt any of this was my fault. He looked kinda dumb founded by my question I guess it took him by surprise because his next words were so thoughtful.

"Never would I think any of what happened was your fault. God saw fit to call our child home to be an angel so that he/she could help others else where." " Just think our little one is up there watching over us and wouldn't want us to cry and blame ourselves."

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