Today I went online and saw photos of a friend with the same due date as me. She was showing off her beautiful, second trimester baby bump. I was consumed with jealousy. My baby should be growing too but instead she went to heaven far too early and long before I was ready to let her go.
Another couple I know gave birth to their fourth son yesterday. I am thrilled for their happiness and admire the beautiful little boy...and I ache for my wee one that I won't hold.
When we found out we were expecting the feelings were all over the place. Our children went from horrified to over the moon excited. When we realized our wee one had gone to see Jesus, they wept with us and tried to understand.
Sometimes I wonder if it was a plan for God to bring us together or if maybe it was all the best. But none of it fills the aching emptiness inside of me where my baby should be.
Miscarriage hurts.
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