I truly am sorry that I can’t write more about this last miscarriage, but it is still so fresh. It is like an open wound and it still hurts way to bad to talk about it. I would like to include this poem I wrote when I had my first miscarriage.
I’d just found out I was gonna be a mommy!
Just the thought of a little person growing in side of me,
Made me glow and the happiest person alive.
Everything seemed to be going great and as planned,
I couldn’t have asked for anything else,
Other then the Daddy’s helping hand in getting through the scary time.(1st trimester)
But everything seemed as if there was something wrong,
One July 27Th 2009 when I awoke in horrible unbearable pain then I realized for sure something wasn’t right.
So, I went to the hospital where they ran a bunch of test and told me that there wasn’t anything they could do,
I remember thinking, “OMG, I waited to long and my baby’s not gonna make it.”
Then after awhile the doctor came in and said I’m sorry but you’re having a miscarriage.
When I heard those words I felt as if my heart had been ripped out.
I mean the one great thing happening in my life was taken from me,
And all I can remember thinking was, “are they sure that my baby’s really gone?”
But here I am 5 months later and I know it’s true now my baby’s really gone.
It seems like as soon as I found out I was gonna be a mommy it was taken from me!
Someone be honest please, does this mean God didn’t think I was gonna be a good mommy?
Because, all Ive ever dreamed of is being a mommy and now all of that’s gone!