Hi friends, I’m back!
I took off longer than I had anticipated. If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, then you know why. If not . . . here’s what I posted on Friday evening:
Today is National Pregnancy Loss Awareness Day, which is a super shitty day to have to commemorate. I’ve had two miscarriages in my life. One was when I was pregnant with twins before Lucy was born, and the second was…last weekend. What started out as the most amazing, unbelievable surprise turned into one of the most stressful eight weeks of our marriage. Things weren’t progressing as they should have and there was a lot of tests, ultrasounds, and WAITING. We didn’t tell many people about the pregnancy at first (although it was so fun to shock them with the news!), but as things started getting harder, I realized I needed help…both emotionally and physically. Our family and friends have been SO supportive and willing to do whatever we need…whether that meant taking the girls for awhile, sending love through texts or phone calls, bringing over a Nintendo for a fun distraction, or having yummy treats delivered. This miscarriage was so much harder than my first because I couldn’t just curl up in bed and cry whenever I wanted…I have two little girls who need me. So my takeaway from my miscarriage this time around is to encourage others who may be going through this to reach out. Don’t worry about making others feel bad or inconveniencing people. They want to help in any way they can. Also, you might be surprised at just how many people have also experienced a miscarriage and can empathize with you. I’m so grateful for all the support we’re receiving, and I’ll happily pay it forward to anyone who needs it. And finally, a special shout out to @matt_kissel who has been my rock and taken the most amazing care of me these past few weeks. Let’s not forget about the husbands…they’re really sad too. ❤️
I usually like to keep things light and fun on here, but things have been the opposite of light and fun at our house recently, and I felt it needed to be documented.
Physically, I’m finally feeling much better and am hoping to get back on the treadmill this week. Emotionally, I’m doing ok. There were so many weeks of waiting and worrying, that I think I’ve completely exhausted myself. I don’t want to think or make decisions. Don’t even think about asking me what I want to eat . . . I can’t think about anything . . . just put some food in front of me, please! 😉
We were at the cottage over the weekend, and I took the girls to a local orchard/farm to walk around and get some cider and donuts. It was nice to spend some time with my sweet little ladies who have, without a doubt, felt the effects of this stressful time. They don’t know what happened, but I’m sure they noticed our stress and lack of patience.
Thanks for reading, and I promise I’ll be back with some lighter content on Thursday 🙂
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