Heaven couldn’t wait for you … Go on, go home
My love , I never had the chance to cradle you in my arms, never had the chance to smell you, never had the chance to look into your eyes and tell you how much I love you.
I miscarried my little angel on the 10th of September 2013 at 9 weeks. I am a believer in fate.. You can runaway from something you never want to happen but it will catch up with you if it’s meant to.
It was hard, it took a lot of faith to stop the tears from overflowing. The experience I went through is something I wouldn’t wish for anyone even my worst enemy.
This post is dedicated to the beautiful mum who emailed me, I cried with you, you kept repeating the same line “I know you won’t be able to relate, but why do I feel like this?” I can relate I was there, staring helplessly at my bloodtest results confirming that I no longer had my little baby. This post isn’t to reminisce, it’s to remind those mamas who have miscarried.. Don’t be scared to remember the time you lost your angel, infact it helps much more than you think..
To the beautiful mothers that have miscarried…
Does the pain get easier ? Yes
Will you forget ? Never
Take each day as it comes, religion is the only thing that kept me sane. No reason to question why why why me ? There’s a bigger plan that we had in mind.. It comforts me to think that God knew that my little one didn’t have the strength to carry on in my tummy, and god decided it be easier to live alongside his angels.
To those mamas who have had friends, family who have miscarried. Be there for them.. Remember though they might tell you everything’s okay, all they’ll maybe need is a hug, a long warm hug, a hug they never got to give their little one.
Till we meet again 💚
Your mama xx