I remember when I found out I was pregnant with #3, I was overwhelmed. I cried, because how was I going to handle THREE kids?! We would be outnumbered. Oh did I cry. How silly I was. I still have the bump pictures that I had started taking, and I look at them every so often. In those pictures, in those moments...it's happiness, and I don't want to forget how I felt in those pictures.
Now here I am one year later, and...I'm at a loss. I think this day will always be hard for me. I think I'm always going to wonder what life would have been like with our sweet spirit, and wonder why it had to happen. I will say I do feel more at peace. I feel more like myself again. I remember thinking I was never going to get to this point. I was never going to be okay. Time does in fact heal. I don't think I'll ever be the same Jennifer that I was before I had my miscarriage, but I'm healing, and the scar on my heart will always be there....and I'm okay with that.
There's one person that has helped me more than she will ever know. She sent me these words, and it's my wallpaper on my phone. Thank you, Nichole. #amazingfriend