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Transcribed Words I Never Got To Say(My journey of healing from a miscarriage)

I’ve decided to share my story, even though it’s very personal, because quite frankly it’s calling me to do so. It’s telling me that it’s going to help somebody that’s going through this or something similar. In the next couple of blogs that I post it will document my journey and healing process through dealing with the pain and grief of a miscarriage.   

On March 6th of this year I found out I was pregnant with my first child. Allen and I were very excited and looking forward to November when the baby was due. Our excitement quickly turned to worry at our 8 week appointment on April 2nd. The doctor did an ultrasound and didn’t see anything. She said that I was probably just a little further behind in my weeks and to go have my hormone levels check. I got my hormone levels checked and went to radiology to have another ultrasound with a better machine. While playing the waiting game with all the test and ultrasound results Allen and I stayed optimistic about the whole situation. 

On April 12th our optimism turned to sorrow. It was determined that the baby stopped growing at 5 1/2 weeks. I began to miscarry 2 days later. On the 12th we happened to go to an art supply store and while looking around trying to take my mind off  of what I had just been told. I found myself in the aisle with journals. I discovered when I was a teenager that writing was my way of releasing all of my anger, stress, hurt and just plain negativity. I had really stopped writing in the past 8 or so years because I’ve been in a really good place. But standing in that aisle, staring at this one particular journal I knew what it was calling me to do.

I found that some of my entries are poems, some are rants and others came out to be inspirational quotes. I decided to title them Words I Never Got To Say(My journey of healing from a miscarriage). The title came to me while writing one poem about things that I would never get to say and do with the baby. For some reason that poem was a defining point in my healing process. It was the turning point where I felt like I was truly going to be ok from this and be able to move on knowing that I have another angel watching over me. Just like any wound  you receive whether it’s physically there or not it takes time to heal. In time it will fade but you’ll never forget what happened but you do move on.  

I present to you Words I Never Got To Say(My journey of healing from a miscarriage).

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