Today was my due date for miscarriage #3.
Darrin always wonders why I dwell on these dates, but to me until I reach that due date and get passed it, I can’t fully heal. The minute I find out I’m pregnant I calculate when my due date is and circle it on the calendar. The date gets ingrained in my head, so to up and forget that date when I miscarry is out of the question for me.
It was interesting this time because I’m pregnant again which I’m super excited about. It did help to ease the pain somewhat, but in my soul I still had to mourn the death of this other little baby.
Ironically, a friend had her baby today. On my due date. I know she didn’t have a whole lot of control in the situation, so I tried really hard not to let it bother me. But it was hard to look at her pictures and not wonder why that couldn’t have been me.
Here’s to getting past this date and moving on!
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