A year ago I was trying to get pregnant.
Little did I know on this day a year ago that it would happen.
That for 10 weeks I would grow a life inside me.
That I would be so excited for the future.
Little did I know I would have to learn how to recover from debilitating saddness and heartbreak.
I struggled so much after we lost our baby. They were due on August 28th. I would have had a 2 month old right now. Instead I am learning and understanding that a broken heart does heal, despite the scars.
On their due date I planted an apple tree in our backyard. I look at it every day and say hello. It seems silly to others, but honestly it has brought me comfort.
It's been 9 months since we lost our little one. I'm finally able to hold the babies of friends and not feel like trembling, crying, or hiding. I'm finally feeling ready to try again and see if maybe this time the life in my womb will be grow until they are born. Sometimes I still grieve for our baby, I know this will happen for my whole life. They will never be forgotten.
Life is hard. Sometimes lessons we learn almost destroy us. But I also think I've got this.