6 months ago I laid in a hospital bed while a dr. told me I’d lost the baby I’d been so happy to be growing.
All I could think was I’d lost it because I was such a terrible mother for the first two years of my daughter’s life and I didn’t deserve another shot.
I was being punished.
I know that’s not true.
But when you lose a piece of you; a piece of your heart, that won’t come back, that’s what it feels like.
And now it’s been 6 months.
6 whole months of feeling that loss every day.
It gets better with time.
No it doesn’t.
It gets different.
It always hurts.
And if you’ve experienced this loss?
You never forget.