It's been a bit over a year since my miscarriage.
I still cry and miss my baby...
I think about how old she'd be right now...she pops into my head at odd times, and I mentally fit her in to what we're doing.
I always feel like someone's missing and am constantly looking around, counting to make sure we've got everyone.
I have friends who had babies around the time I would have had my angel, and it makes the empty space in my heart even bigger when I see them.
I also have friends who have shared the pain of miscarriage...but they've gone on to have other children. "But what if I can't?" I always think...
We've tried...and I had one more miscarriage...
Discovering and dealing with related health issues should make it easier to bide my time. Some days it does, but some days it doesn't.
I also have friends who have shared the pain of miscarriage...but they've gone on to have other children. "But what if I can't?" I always think...
We've tried...and I had one more miscarriage...
Discovering and dealing with related health issues should make it easier to bide my time. Some days it does, but some days it doesn't.
They say time heals everything, but I'm not so sure. Part of me is forever changed...will forever be longing...
Despite the sadness, I've come to terms with the reality that
it happened.
I am a mother of five...
two of whom I've never kissed
but will someday.
It will forever be a part of who I am
we will always have a part of our family missing.
it happened.
I am a mother of five...
two of whom I've never kissed
but will someday.
It will forever be a part of who I am
we will always have a part of our family missing.
Our family is not yet complete.
God has promised me to one day fill my aching arms again...but the waiting is so hard.