While this loss has been devastating, much the same as the first one was (I don’t think that will ever change), the main thing that is killing me right now is disappointment.
Having to tell my mother that I can’t give her a grandchild yet. Telling my father that it didn’t happen, yet once again. Telling our friends…
…having to write this…having to try to smile at work…
I do, however, remember feeling this way the first time around, but the shock and emotional pain of the miscarriage screamed louder than anything else though.
But, if there is an up-side to this, it’s this: I’ve learned that I am not alone, and I am keeping that in my mind now. I know where to go to for help – even writing this has honestly helped me.
I love you all.