One year ago today, March came in like a lion for our family of three at the time. After discovering we were pregnant earlier in the month of February (a few days after Valentine’s Day), I was devastated to discover that I was miscarrying for the third time since January 2006.
Once you have conquered miscarriage (even multiple miscarriages, as in my case) and given birth to a healthy baby, you somehow forget that you are not immune from future heartache and loss. I could not help but wonder why this same nightmare had come back to haunt us just weeks after celebrating Charlie’s 1st birthday. We had already accounted for when this little one would arrive (my birthday) and imagined what life would be like with a newborn and a twenty-one-month old, but alas that plan was not to be.
Some days, I try to imagine what life would be like had any of those losses ended up differently. Other days, I still feel that sense of loss. But the truth is life happens.