It's probably very natural to equate grief with depression. They both hurt, they both change you from the person you are 'normally'. But I agree, they are different things.
And grief for a child is far different from any other sort of pain. Like you, my five, my lovely grandmother died three days before Mia - and I still haven't felt anything. It hasn't even touched me. I think it's because I knew it was the natural order of things.
chip understand that panicky feeling very well. But I am being a bit stupid about it all, thinking very illogically that because Mia died, then we have had our bad luck and that nothing should happen with Finn. Blocking out the horrible possibilities in case I go bonkers. At the same time, I also know that's not how life works. There isn't a balance or a quota system.
My friend announced the birth of her baby boy last week with an email asking for lawyer details - he was in intensive care due to problems with the hospital at birth, and all she said was that the next 72 hours were critical. You can imagine how MrMia and I felt. However, it seems that he is improving, which is good news.
Shabba - hope that your father's mystery jaw bone illness is not serious. The unknown illness is very hard to face, especially when you already have had experience of the worst that can happen. But love your mum's wise words... and speaking of which, do you have any recent Lew pearls of wisdom for us?