How’s Violet feeling?” I asked Bryce as he stepped up behind me to look at our OR schedule. Besides a few texts back and forth, we hadn’t really connected since the morning Finn was in the ER with bloody vomit. His visits had been so frequent over the past few months I needed to add descriptors to keep them straight. Sadly, Bryce and Violet made their own visit later that same day. Violet miscarried. “Better, physically. Mentally, she’s still struggling.” “How you holding up?” “It sounds twisted, but in a way I’m relieved. I’m glad we didn’t have to make the decision. Not sure how we would have gotten past that. Fortunately, her OB said we could try again when we feel ready. Somehow losing the baby naturally has made it more bearable, I guess.” “Doesn’t sound twisted. It sounds like an impossible decision was taken from your hands, and there’s nothing wrong with feeling grateful for that. Doesn’t make it hurt any less. You don’t need me to tell you it’s going to take time.”
