Hello out there, to anyone who may be reading this. I’ve decided to start this blog as part of coping. Part of healing. It’s November 29th, 2019. I lost my baby on March 16th, 2019. I was seven weeks and two days. Not a day passes that I don’t think about my baby. About the little soul I carried, and cherished, for those short short days. How I desperately tried to hold on, knowing miscarriage runs in my family.
I never stop thinking about how I let my family down, my husband.. He is suffering just as greatly. We’ve been together since eighth grade, just he and I against the world. We were so sure, so ready to welcome player three.
But I guess some things are just too hard to move past. I thought I could suck it up and move on, put on a brave face. But every day it gets a little tougher. And the holidays.. Well.. They hardly feel real anymore.
I’m twenty three now, and I had been trying to get pregnant for years. It just feels like it may never happen, may never come around.
I just remind myself that each day brings something new. I still love my husband and my family, our pets and our home. I will continue living for them for now, until I can find my reason for living again.
Please know, I will always accept any questions or advice, anyone wanting to just talk. Anyone wanting to just vent. You can message me any time. I will always be around to support those parents who are fighting these feelings, who are struggling to tread water.
My name is Amber, and I am a mother. Thank you for joining me on this journey of healing.