But wait! I am not done just yet...
In the spirit of transparency, it is only right that I continue candidly sharing bits and pieces of my story.
It is also, yes also, pregnancy & infant loss awareness month...I must say of all the clubs to belong to, this is one I wish no one was a member of.
I would like to take this moment to bring awareness to the world about women who grieve loss of pregnancy, infants or experience still birth.
The interesting thing about many miscarriages is that they too break our hearts in silence, most often unbeknown to our communities, our friends, or even our family members. On the contrary, still birth & loss of an infant are worn loudly, on our shoulders, for the world to observe our sorrow. Yet the world remains spectators to our overwhelming pain, for no words offered can correct the jagged pieces of our hearts. There is a clear point of demarcation in our lives where they are forever changed.
When I refer to my children as miracle babies, I mean it with all that is within me. For I have endured enough miscarriages to know that every successful pregnancy yields an inexplicably, super natural miracle!
In sweet memory of all the babies born sleeping, those whom we carried but never kissed or held in our arms and those who fell asleep after they were born. Heaven needed them more so we could have extra special Angels! 💗💙