Surprise, another Grief Bomb.

My aunt asked me to drive her up to the hospital today for "a test." I didn't ask what it was, just assumed it was follow-up blood work because she was just discharged yesterday. Wrong.

It's an ultrasound. And here I am alone, in the same waiting room nearly a year ago to the day, where I sat with my SO to anxiously see our baby...the bathroom that I desperately ran to to relieve as little from my bladder as I could is just 10 feet away.

I'm shoving it down but I just want to BAWL right now. Big, ugly sobs. I hate this so much.

ETA: In my emotional state, I didn't think to be more clear. She's 75 - it's an ultrasound of the fistula in her arm, where she gets dialysis for renal failure. She never had kids, either -so she probably hadn't even considered that I may have been there for that before.

She's not insensitive or inconsiderate at all, in fact she gave us a Christmas gift in honor of our little boy that we just haven't been able to bring ourselves to open yet.

Thank you for the words of support though. Regardless of the reason for the ultrasound, just being back there in that same waiting room and remembering sucked so bad, especially without being able to mentally prepare myself for it.