I have thought, felt and said some very selfish & awful things. I have struggled with each pregnancy announcement & birth. I've been jealous, angry, bitter, embarrassed, confused and desperate. I cringed every time I went into social situations hoping that no one had been uninformed of my situation, & say something about my pregnancy (which happened. which they did. people mean well). I fought my doctor & my husband because I was convinced I needed a baby. Now. I cried. A lot. I prayed. Sometimes angry prayers. Confused prayers. Healing prayers. Trusting prayers.
Here I am nearly a year later since we got pregnant. And here I am alive. Well. Happy. Content. Hopeful. I never thought this would be possible. I remember crying with a group of ladies, venting that I just wanted to feel 'normal'. I was so tired of having this constant lingering thought; weighed down with baggage that I could not let go of. I see now that either good things or bad things can come out of devastation. Praise God that I chose good.
I am in a completely different place than I was when I wrote my first post on our Molar Pregnancy. A place where I can share more about the journey God has had me on & the wonderful (& hard) things I have learned. Stay tuned.
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