One year ago today I miscarried our fourth baby. I am doing okay today, mostly because I can concentrate on the life that is currently in my womb, growing and moving and developing. We have been blessed with a baby boy, and I am halfway through my pregnancy. Ironically enough, I got pregnant shortly after what was to be the "due date" of the baby who was not meant to be in my arms. I have struggled with this pregnancy, but ultimately know that he will be a blessing to our family.
Today I have acknowledged the loss of our little one, but I am no longer angry. I still don't understand why I was given a life, and then it was taken away, but I am able to have more faith that it was for a reason.
I'm sure today's date will always be hard for me to one degree or another, but I am praying that I won't ever again experience what I did one year ago. That day was horrific, heart breaking, and shattered me for a while as a whole. It rocked my world, and my faith.
I am thankful for the life inside of me, and pray he continues to grow and gain strength and has a healthy and peaceful entrance into this world.