Day 15

Dear Uterus,

After your exit, I was a bit... well... physically I wasn't doing very well. Immediately following your exit, I was dying.

In the days that followed I started to understand what I meant to people. Women that didn't know me reached out. People that have only known me online messaged and sent comments online to me. It took me, quite literally, days to read them all and for a few days they kept coming. I couldn't even respond to them all.

Two girls offered to carry a baby for me.

Others asked to drive and see me after I healed.

My parents came, Glen's mom came. Cousins and friends stepped up to the plate to watch Cody.

We had moved homes in the days following the c section. I came home to a miraculously neat and unpacked home. I was never left alone in the hospital, either Glen or my mom was there.

After, local moms came and dropped off dinners.

Flowers from friends arrived, and then more flowers... and then more. Girls that have never spoke face to face with me sent me gifts.

People ask me how I am and check in on me daily.. and I realize.. I think I am okay because of all of them.

They read these letters, they listen to me rant when they message me. They talk to me at 11, 12, & 1 in the morning..

I am loved. Even without you. Even though you are what connected me to a lot of those people- as a surrogate, a mother to their grandchildren, a mom...

-Michelle