Back to Work

Because of the many prayers that were being said on our behalf, I managed to drag myself out of bed on Monday and go back to work. It took me what felt like an eternity to get my daughter ready and take her to daycare before making my way to the office. Upon my arrival at work, I realized how much I didn't want to be there. I imagined just turning around and going home, but I knew that I must not neglect my responsibilities, and I had to tell my coworkers about my situation. Again, if no one knew what was going on, no one would pray.

As soon as I entered the office, I felt like I was going to cry. I made a point of not speaking to anyone, which was a dead giveaway that something was wrong since I am one of the most chatty people in our office. Two people asked if I was okay and I choked back the tears. I told them "no" and said I couldn't talk about it. I knew I had to break the news before they began to think I was crazy and tell me to go home.

I pulled aside my boss and asked her if I could speak to her in private. She immediately assumed a look of worry. The minute I opened my mouth to begin my story, I cracked and burst into tears. I uttered the words "there's something wrong with the baby's brain" and she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around me and tell me how sorry she was. This is a woman who I've known for several years. She and my other coworkers all have a relationship with each other. We are all female and most of us are mothers. We are all nosey and get into each others' business, but at the same time, it is because we care about one another. I knew she truly felt my grief and I was comforted in the fact that I could count on her to understand my situation and be as accommodating as possible.

Shortly after I broke the news to my boss, I shared my situation with the rest of my office. I was touched by the fact that not only did these women care about my situation, but four of them actually cried when I told them about what I was going through. I was approached by each one of them coming to embrace me and share their comfort. Many of them offered to pray for us. What more could I hope for?