There are some moments we experience that are just too painful for words.
Seeing the first ultrasound of where your baby used to be.
Miscarriage at 8 weeks.
I lost my baby. My baby died.
Those are words that cut deep into a mother's heart.
The past few months have been the most difficult I've had to face. I couldn't talk about it, barely get the words out.
I could only hold it close to me and feel it, process it, grasp all that it means. Cry. Get angry. Breathe. Focus on the every day things that need to be done. Pray. Accept. Simply cling to my family and my faith.
I am not alone. There are other mothers whose hearts will never be the same.
Won't you light a candle with me in remembrance of our babies who are gone too soon?
Pray for those hearts that are grieving and broken. Pray for those dreams that are broken too.
To my Little Bean:
Mommy loves you and thinks about you every day. You are wanted and loved. You will always be remembered as my third child and hold a special place in my heart. One day I hope to meet you and hold you. Until then, my angel.