No matter the time that passes, there are still days that I remember the baby that I loss. Those days are March 4th (when we found out the baby no longer had a heartbeat), September 28th (my due date), and October 15th (pregnancy and infant loss remembrance day). I haven't cried about it in a long time, but today I cried. I cried for the lost dreams. I cried for the pain I suffered. I cried for those that have suffered the same pain. No mother should ever have to face a miscarriage, pregnancy loss, stillborn or infant loss. But we don't live in a perfect world, our world is flawed, and because of that I am not the first to suffer this pain nor will I be the last. May we shatter the silence of it.
This post still holds most of my feelings from losing my baby:
I wrote that post just months after my loss, but I still feel the same at times. Sharing my pain has helped others, never be afraid to share your story, you never know who will need it most.
