Tormented Tuesday

My face was pleasant, my words were honest but few. Around me sat those who's lives were being changed, and re-arranged. Some were happy, some were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. A mother held her child to her breast for nurishment, a necessary but tender act.
We sat nervously chattering about nothing, waiting for our name to be called. When the time came we assembled into the ultra sound room. As I looked at my daughters face, my heart fell into the pit of my stomach. Such a young life with so much to live, enjoy, hurt, experience, feel, and dream. Now, put on hold to bring new life into the world. A tough yet tender task for an unprepared girl. Then shifting my eyes to her husband my heart broke into pieces.
Watching the outlines on the screen and listening to the rythm of their childs heart I felt relief, as she seemed to be growing and all was well. I watched her squirm and stretch, mostly staying in the fetal position. I knew she was safe. Safe from living with two people who were unwilling and somewhat unable to become who and what they need to be, in order to raise a well balanced child.
Later tonight spending yet more draining hours of twisted words, tears, and texts. Just listening, waiting, and hoping to hear or read some sign of hope. Nothing yet.