Two years ago...... Jeff was at work, so I decided to take Jackson out Christmas Shopping. We had a great night. Jackson loved seeing all the Christmas stuff at the store and we enjoyed going out to dinner together. I was was feeling a little off that night, but I tried to enjoy the night with Jackson. Later that night I had a miscarriage. I had no idea I was 9 weeks pregnant. I was in complete shock and felt instant grief.
The days went on and I tried to figure out why I was feeling so much grief from a pregnancy I didn't know about. The world was normal around me and I was grieving over something all by myself. It finally hit me. I was grieving over the what could have been. The chubby baby fingers, the late nights, the love Jeff and I share with our kids. I already had a love for something that wasn't going to be with me ever.
I opened up to only a couple of people about it. Mainly because if I talk about it, I cry. I don't know why we feel so ashamed to share miscarriages. It helped me to know that a lot of the women I know in my life went through the same thing. It was like I was apart of some secret club now. I found great comfort when I would open up to someone and they knew exactly how I felt. I am not really sure why I am writing this. I have had a feeling to share it here for a few weeks and kept putting it aside. Maybe someone needs to hear it, or maybe I just needed people to know of my what could have been.









































