There is a lot I could say about my experiences with loss and miscarriage. I think the most important thing I’ve learned is that everyone’s story is so different and so unique. The pain and grief is lonely and individual, no matter the story and circumstances—the hurt and loss is very real.
In such times, I have been lifted knowing others have struggled through similar pain as I in trying to bring children into this world. I have been frustrated and angry at the timing of losses, and similarly bewildered by the timing pregnancies. I have been envious, jealous, defeated, deflated, and humbled through my own journey. I am grateful beyond measure during this final pregnancy that things have happened the way they have. I wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t think I could have said that a few years ago.
I don’t have the answers, but I have immense faith and hope that there is a plan, that Someone (or Something) has some answers, and that someday those of us having endured, or are enduring, such heartaches will know those answers. Bless all the mothers and future mothers wanting to bring children into this world. WE ARE STRONG.