There’s a peculiar kind of loneliness, sleeping in a room near but not next to the person whose body you most require. He felt too far away.
I craved intimacy so much right after our baby died. If I could have crawled inside of my husband, I would have. I needed to be near him as much as possible. Our stay in the hospital was hard enough, but having him in the same room but unable to hold his hand or touch him while I tried to sleep was torture.
