everyday I wake up with the same broken heart and wonder how to even begin putting the pieces back together.
even though I never met you; I miss you.
I miss the past
Grieving the loss of a fetus at 20 weeks gestation. Seeking answers to a multitude of questions including, "why us?", in what is currently an abyss of darkness and silence. As a molecular geneticist I feel let down by the area I have instilled so much faith, and as a woman who thought she would be a mother, I am grieving the loss of my innocence and naiveté about pregnancy. I love comments, even anonymous ones. Please feel free to post comments, even if it's simply a nod.
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