Y'all let me be real and raw. Almost 6 weeks ago I had something taken from me.
Do you ever scroll on face book reading horrible stories, and thinking that would never happen to me, I live a normal, everyday life.
I WAS that person. I could have never imagined that I'd go through the death of a child, of a baby.
But I did, it happened, something forever burned in my memory.
I've had several tell me I carry myself gracefully during this time, and that I'm strong. You do see continuing my life, building my business, spending time with those who mean most to me. But don't mistake that as I'm not grieving. I am. I cried from Joplin to Arkansas last night because I was away from Warren, and my anxiety went on overload. Since the event I am extremely on edge and anxious about anything and everything with Warren, for 2 weeks straight after Ezra passed I checked on Warren several times a night to make sure he was still breathing and okay.
I'm learning to roll with what has dealt me in life, I can't change what happened, and yes I get angry when I see baby announcements (this has nothing to do with anyone personally, I just get upset that we can't even try for several months). So I choose to live happy, make memories, be me.
This week is 6 weeks since we lost Ezra, and was the first night I've been able to get in a tub! After a long day of walking, here I sit in a hot tub, relaxing, and continuing to work with my plexus team💕 y'all plexus has kept me going, given me a purpose everyday. I get to connect with other people, make friends, build relationships, and MAKE MONEY DOING IT!! How amazing is that! I am blessed! #6weekspostpartum #lossofachild #babyezra #ezragibson #hottub #relaxingtime #metime #thankful #oneplexus #dallas #momofboys💙 #fortworth #griefandloss #residualincome #gettingpaidtoplay #vacationmode #family