To do this "the drop off" once is heart breaking.....
to do it twice is....
What is asked of me tomorrow, will take every ounce of me.
I will hand my baby to a stranger
and walk away.
Walk away with blind trust that she will not only feed and change him,
but cuddle him
smile at him,
and I don't know if I can do it.
I really don't know.
I first said here that the pick up is the unspoken worse but I fear tomorrow the
drop off is gonna be rough.
She is a stranger to my baby.
She is a stranger to...me.
So stop telling me "it will be fine."
because we won't know that...
until it's either working out or too late,
At the expense of an innocent soul without a voice.