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TWO YEARS | remembering our miscarriage

We all have that day. The day when our world changed forever. For us, it was the day we lost our little one. I don't cry much anymore, but I remember. The pain isn't raw as it once was, but I will never forget.

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant. The day I told my husband he was a daddy to be. I remember the dreams we had for this baby. Our hopes. Our plans. Our future. I remember our normally un-snuggly dog coming up to me and nuzzling her head under my arm pit, resting her head on my belly as if she knew there was a little life growing inside of me. I remember the prayers. So many prayers. We prayed every night for this baby of ours. For their future. For their health. For their life. The unbelievable love.

The warmth of the sun and the smell in the air.

I remember the darkness descending. The blood. The emergency room. The tests. The feelings of fear. The spoken words. The reality dawning. The unimaginable pain.

The surgery.

The pain isn't raw as it once was, but I will never forget.


And please. If you know someone who has had a miscarriage, whether it was one month ago or six years ago, let them know you remember. Let them know you are thinking of them. You'll never understand until it happens to you, but please speak up. The culture of silence can make it even harder for women to make sense of losing a pregnancy so let them know you care.

If you want to read more about our loss, you can start here or check out more posts labeled "loss" when you click categories.

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