The blanket was a creamy fleece, bordered in satin, with a smiling, sleepy Pooh Bear embroidered on one corner. Unbelievably soft, I ran my finger over the words beneath Pooh. “Goodnight, baby,” it gently whispered. Balling it in my fist, I ground my teeth together and thrust it elbow deep in a black garbage bag.
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It's been four years now, so the emotions are certainly not as raw, but that was a very dark time in my life.
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Beautifully written. I am so sorry for your loss and pain. No one should have to suffer through such things.
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Miscarriage is such a common thing...of all the mothers closest to me, only three never lost a baby at some point...but that doesn't make it any less personal or heartbreaking.
Thank you for reading this and *hugs* to you for living with the same sadness.
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I know it happened awhile ago, but I am still sending you hugs and I want to say I am sorry for your loss.
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