*To my precious pregnant friends, or anyone else for whom miscarriage is a trigger, please refrain from reading this post if you have any inkling that it will upset you. I appreciate your love and support, and regardless of what I’m going through know that I rejoice with you.*
As I signed my name at the bottom of the discharge paper, my eyes fixed on those two words. I held myself together long enough to make it to the doors, but as soon as the wind hit my face the tears came hard and heavy.
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t process a thing.
I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
It wasn’t a dream. It was my harsh, cruel, and excruciatingly painful reality.
We had lost our baby and my heart was shattered into a million pieces.
When do your children return to school? My preschooler doesn’t go back until next week, and while a few of the days have felt extraaaaaa looooong, lol, I’ve been experiencing the greatest joy in watching my daughters interact.
Lily is fiesty as ever and most certainly a terrific two 😬, and my Alex seems so mature!!
They keep growing up on me and as much as I protest they don’t listen! Ha!
This age yields lots of matching outfits (I will hold on to the twinning for as long as I can), and our days are chalk full of interesting conversations.
Inspired by these adorable and empowering dresses from Princess Awesome, tonight’s bedtime discussion was fueled by the question “What makes girls so awesome?”. Here’s what my 4 year old had to say!
I was supposed to have my 40 week check up on your due date, September 10th, but my OB was out of the office. She was available the next day, Thursday the 11th, and as much as I had said I didn’t want you to be born on 9/11, I awoke with great expectations of that day being the day.
We packed your big sissy up and made sure she had extra clothes for Nannie and Papa’s house. I had a feeling we wouldn’t be home that night.