{"id":80,"date":"2009-06-03T16:14:00","date_gmt":"2009-06-03T16:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/2009\/06\/03\/dream-crying\/"},"modified":"2009-06-03T16:14:00","modified_gmt":"2009-06-03T16:14:00","slug":"dream-crying","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/?p=80","title":{"rendered":"Dream Crying"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Have you ever had such an intense dream that you wake up and can&#8217;t tell if it was real or not?  I had one last night and I woke up actually crying.  In my dream, we were at Jake&#8217;s mom and dad&#8217;s house opening Christmas presents and I was sitting on the couch bawling because nobody would acknowledge that our babies weren&#8217;t there.  When I woke up, I couldn&#8217;t get it out of my head and it&#8217;s pretty much put me in an all day funk.  The sad thing is, the dream isn&#8217;t that far from the truth with either of our families.  It hurts.<\/p>\n<p>On another note, I have tried to avoid feeling like &#8216;why us?&#8217; since the day the girls were diagnosed.  I was able to redirect my feelings for quite a while, but they&#8217;re slowly starting to creep in.  I know it is part of the grieving process to question everything surrounding the girls&#8217; lives, but this is a hard one to get past.  I wonder why our babies? why now?  I read about negligent parents, I see them in the stores, I hear them yelling at their kids, and I actually get angry at them for not cherishing what they&#8217;ve got.  I want to take them and put them in my place and make them see what they have and how thankful they should be.  I want them, for just a tiny second, to feel the pain that I feel every single day, and I want them to know how lucky they are to have their babies.  But, I know I can&#8217;t do that.  I can&#8217;t force my opinions on somebody else.  All I can do is hope that the change that our girls made in this world will some day reach them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Have you ever had such an intense dream that you wake up and can&#8217;t tell &hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-80","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","latest_post"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=80"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=80"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=80"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sweetgirlies.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=80"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}