You feed the chickens.
You collect the eggs.
You make your husband breakfast.
You have no energy to eat for yourself so don't even bother cooking extra.
You drain any extra calories your body might have by pumping yourself dry.
You change your pad.
You start the dishwasher.
You start the wash machine.
You curl up on the couch with every centimeter of your being missing your baby.
But there are no healing tears left to release your pain.
You just sit and wait for that inner strength that women are supposed to have to kick in.
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