My posts are usually very lighthearted and fun, but today is different… Today I am reminded of a feeling I have felt all too many times. Today is the day that I was due to give birth. It would have been our second child, but instead, ended up being our third loss. So, rather than heading to the hospital to deliver our baby, I sit and reminisce on the three babies that never made it home with us. It’s been a long eight year journey that’s consisted of four pregnancies and only one birth. Each loss has been more complicated and harder than the last, but each day I try my best to hold onto hope for the future.
I realize that many women can’t have children at all and, so, I know how blessed we are to have our little miracle, Gianna. When I say she’s a miracle, it’s nothing short of the truth. I now know exactly why she is so stubborn and strong-willed…if not, she wouldn’t have made it. She’s a fighter and God knew exactly what he was doing when he gave her to us. I am forever grateful for her and all the happiness she has brought into our lives. It is because of her that I am able to pick myself up after every loss and keep going.
So, as sad as today may be, I keep on pushing. I try every day to remain as optimistic as possible because, when it’s all said and done, I know God wouldn’t put us through this storm without saving a little sunshine. ✨