My 18th week.
I dedicate my 18th week (Nov 22) to all the moms and dads that never got the chance to hold their little ones. 👼🏻 On January 29 2015, my world changed. The ER Dr. told me my baby's heartbeat stopped beating at 8 weeks and 2 days. I've always wanted to be a mom, but I didn't know how bad I wanted to be one until I miscarried. I was angry at myself, because I felt like I failed. I blamed myself. I cried for months. I pushed everyone away, including my husband. My world became dark. This past Thanksgiving my world changed again, I felt my baby kick for the FIRST time. All I could think about was my angel baby, he/she would be here by now. I never got the chance to hold you, or read to you. I never got the chance to kiss you, or say your name. But I know I'll get to see you one day, and when I do I will never let you go.
I realize things will never be the same. The world around me is now different. I've learned to live with the hurt and the pain. I may have only held you in my womb for a moment, but I will hold you in my heart forever. Because of you I've learned to accept loss, I've learned to forgive myself, and I've learned to let go. You are a blessing, and I am thankful and grateful for you my angel.
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