I learned I lost my "miracle baby" yesterday. What great sadness dwells in my heart. I cannot stop crying, wondering what I did wrong. Just a few weeks ago, I witnessed the baby's little heart beating away; yesterday, my baby lay motionless in my womb. It rained heavy yesterday, I thought it was so appropriate. I felt God was crying with me. Planted some tulips yesterday, and the tulips are suppose to blossom in May, the same month my miracle baby was due. For me, this was symbolic of burying my baby. I am waiting for the miscarriage to "take place". I don't know what to expect, how I will react, but I pray fervently and diligently that my God will hold me tight when the time comes. Pray for me, for my broken heart, my husband, and my little angle that went to be with God. I am hurting so deeply right now; I miss my little angle.
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