As July 31st gets closer, my wound seems to get just a little more salt rubbed in it. I really thought my healing journey was going well, but the last couple days have been very hard. It's really hard to find a happy-medium between my joy for the new life growing inside of me and the sorrow I feel for my first pregnancy, Taylor. It's hard to believe that if I hadn't had a miscarriage I would have been 38.5 weeks along now. We would be welcoming a baby to our family very soon. Instead, we're starting this whole process over!
It's really a bittersweet time in my life. I'm missing one child horribly and praying that everything goes right with another. Maybe it's my hormones, but it's been really hard.
Everyday in some small way
Memories of you come our way.
Though absent, you are always near
Still missed, loved and always dear.
Memories of you come our way.
Though absent, you are always near
Still missed, loved and always dear.
Love and miss you Taylor!
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