I blinked and June arrived. I have dreaded this month, particularly this date, June 7th because it represents a life that will never be. A path that wasn’t mean to be taken. A child I wasn’t meant to know. Today would’ve been my second baby’s due date. Miscarriage grief is heavy and long. Most days I feel as though it might as well pack a bag and stay because it isn’t going anywhere. It’s not only present on the day…
Hello friends. This is not an easy post for me to write. I’ve gone back and forth on whether or not I wanted to post this. But ultimately, I feel the need to share my experience, because the truth is, as isolating and terrifying as this experience has been, I am far from alone in what happened to me. I have not yet had time to write about it here but in September we put an offer on a home…