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Awful But Functioning

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And other cynical, profanity-laced yet heartfelt responses to the death of my baby

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Awful But Functioning skip to main | skip to sidebar Awful But Functioning And other cynical, profanity-laced yet heartfelt responses to the death of my baby Wednesday, February 12, 2014 Birth Day, VII Seven years ago today, I gave birth to a baby girl. That sentence alone is the most surreal thing to write and read. I am smack-dab in the middle of travel-hockey/another-snow-day-on-tap/beginning-swim-training-for-a-triathlon/winter-that-won't stop hell.  My bandwidth is down to the width of a piece of dental floss, and I have a feeling when the Nor-easter comes tomorrow I will lock myself in a closet with a bottle of something and my cell phone and a box of tissue.  My day breaks and sets with yelling -- and for the record, seldom my own anymore.  (Pats self on back.)  But the boy, oh the boy, he's a loud kinetic force who has spent too much time this winter in the car seat and in the cold hockey rink and he's ready to blow.  That or he has a small hearing loss and...

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