1/4 women suffer a miscarriage, many multiple.
1/7 women suffer a stillbirth.
1/10 women lose an infant.
I am 1/10. I am a bereaved mother. Who will always remember my daughter.
I carried her for 41weeks in my body. I birthed her, I held her, I watched her die slowly. After 8 weeks of life she was gone.
My world changed forever.
This was written by a fellow loss mom.
I am sharing because I am having a hard time writing lately.
I know that you never-in your wildest imagination-thought that you would need a day set aside for your broken heart and your empty arms.
Who thinks when they learn a new life is growing inside that this same life might be cut short? What heart is brave enough to consider the possibility?
Yet here you are.
I’m so, so sorry.
But there are a few things I want you to know. There are some important truths to remember on this broken road-truths that can help you hold onto hope and finish strong.
You are not a failure. I don’t care about those silly social media memes that are tossed around like candy from a Mardi Gras float. You kept your baby or your child as safe as you knew how. You are not omnipotent nor omniscient. You did the best you could. That’s all ANYONE
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