You can be at the top of the world one minute and down in the deepest trench the next. I was re-reading my last post and remembering how excited (and scared) I was about our upcoming arrival.
Two weeks ago, I went for my ultrasound and found out the baby had died.
God lets these things happen for a reason; I have to believe that. The doctor said there were a lot of health problems showing in the scan and this is really for the best. I have to believe that, too.
So it's been a couple of really bad weeks. But, day by day, I'm not as depressed. Life does go on. I haven't been able to be around people I know, but I'm doing better with being around strangers. Does that sound weird? Most days, I get dressed and do school with Hope and run whatever errands are needed. I'm crocheting again. I know one day, a long time from now, I won't be as sad. I have to believe that.
Thanks for reading.
Hug your babies tight, even if they're grown up and taller than you.