KahluaCupcake
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Today was my angel's due date. Potentially my little girl's birthday.
I should be absolutely popping with swollen feet and a glowing smile, with clothing and toys in frills and pink all over. Contractions, whether BH or real, should be making me anxious with anticipation for welcoming my daughter to this world.
Instead, I'm about five months pregnant, with little boy clothing and keepings gathering up around us. We are very happily anticipating this baby, who has passed every ultrasound test with flying colors: it looks as though we have a healthy little guy who will actually be joining us in this life.
I should be sad today. I should be mourning.
But I'm at peace with the loss of my baby: a place I never thought I'd reach. At least not this quickly.
I do believe she sent me her little brother to help ease the depression, the pain, the broken relationship that followed her death. The day I lost her, I believe she appeared to me in a dream, as that was my first indicator of miscarriage: a realistic dream just before waking, with a little girl telling me I was no longer pregnant, and looking sad but serious. In the dream, I was defiant, telling her I was, getting verbally aggressive; but she remained calm and repeated that no, I was not pregnant anymore. It was only after I awoke that I began to cry and knew, in my heart, the dream was right.
But I feel guilty that I'm not more upset. I feel like I should be miserable...
Today, a friend is joining me and we are heading to the store to complete my baby registry.
I hope she can forgive me. That she realizes I'm at peace, as opposed to ignoring her loss, or not missing her.
I shed so many tears for her, I'm just not sure any more exist. But there will always be a shadow on my heart, a place where she will always be.
No words can dry a mother's tears
No words can heal a broken heart
The dream is gone, but where there's hope...
Somewhere somebody is calling for you
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart, let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
I should be absolutely popping with swollen feet and a glowing smile, with clothing and toys in frills and pink all over. Contractions, whether BH or real, should be making me anxious with anticipation for welcoming my daughter to this world.
Instead, I'm about five months pregnant, with little boy clothing and keepings gathering up around us. We are very happily anticipating this baby, who has passed every ultrasound test with flying colors: it looks as though we have a healthy little guy who will actually be joining us in this life.
I should be sad today. I should be mourning.
But I'm at peace with the loss of my baby: a place I never thought I'd reach. At least not this quickly.
I do believe she sent me her little brother to help ease the depression, the pain, the broken relationship that followed her death. The day I lost her, I believe she appeared to me in a dream, as that was my first indicator of miscarriage: a realistic dream just before waking, with a little girl telling me I was no longer pregnant, and looking sad but serious. In the dream, I was defiant, telling her I was, getting verbally aggressive; but she remained calm and repeated that no, I was not pregnant anymore. It was only after I awoke that I began to cry and knew, in my heart, the dream was right.
But I feel guilty that I'm not more upset. I feel like I should be miserable...
Today, a friend is joining me and we are heading to the store to complete my baby registry.
I hope she can forgive me. That she realizes I'm at peace, as opposed to ignoring her loss, or not missing her.
I shed so many tears for her, I'm just not sure any more exist. But there will always be a shadow on my heart, a place where she will always be.
No words can dry a mother's tears
No words can heal a broken heart
The dream is gone, but where there's hope...
Somewhere somebody is calling for you
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart, let fate decide
To guide these lives we see