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Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Approaching One Year

It feels like forever ago that I took some time to write. Sometimes I feel as though I am healed, or at least that I don’t need the release that comes from writing. Days like today remind me though that I am anything but healed. My heart is still in a million pieces and the tape that was holding it together is starting to come undone once again.
In less than a month it will be a year since Maddox was born and died. I cannot believe that it has been a year since I last held him. My heart wants to explode when I really think about this. A mother should get to hold their child every single day! The ridiculousness of the sentence “I have not held my baby in almost a year” makes me want to scream.
Now I am pregnant with this beautiful little miracle but all I can think about is how scared I am. Just because I am healthy and so is the baby, does not mean it is a guarantee. That is one thing I have learned over the last year is that nobody is safe from death and there is no guarantee. Sometimes I think that I have already gone through my loss and there is no way that it could happen to me again. Then I have to remind myself that life does not work that way. I could just as easily lose this new baby and that is so scary.
I lost Maddox at 19 weeks and here right now I am currently 18 weeks with this pregnancy. A part of me feels like I am going to lose this baby at 19 weeks as well, a pregnancy after that point seems unattainable. Of course I am not walking around all doom and gloom all the time, I am so happy to have this baby and I know they are going to be a huge blessing in our lives. I just want the baby here safe and healthy, and then I can spend the rest of my life worrying about them. For that I cannot wait.