I essentially regret my choice for A whilst at the same time doubting that my marriage could have taken the strain after the two previous deaths of V and my father. But in a purist sort of way, taking the invasions of real life out of the equation, I regret it.
I doubt that I could have taken the mental strain of the additional worries of the pregnancy.
I doubt that I could have taken care of A. on my own had my marriage failed.
I don't know if A would have survived the pregnancy. It didn't cross my mind that V would not.
I don't know if A's heart defect would have righted itself or become worse or if he would have suffered after birth because of it.
I am still mentally fragile, despite the sincere wonders and joys and smiles that Beanie brings every day. I have regular invasions of melancholy even though they are not tangibly linked to grief for any of the three people missing. It's a background of sadness. It's not just under the surface, a little deeper than that, but it's not very deep either.
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