I Buried My Baby This Week

I buried my baby this week… I planted the seed of my dearest dream in the rich soil of this land I call home.

She was with me for such a short time, not nearly long enough for my heart that longs to hold her close in my arms. 12 weeks in utero; just long enough to start to feel like I was really pregnant. Then she had to go.

My second miscarriage within two years. Yes, I wanted this baby, very much indeed. This week, I have faced one of my biggest fears and probably the most intense pain of my life. And I survived. I came through it, even though I thought it might annihilate me.

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