Because right now, your little heart—well, it’s bleeding.
You don’t know if it’s ever going to stop hurting. You feel empty. You feel like you’re carrying death when, on the contrary, you would have loved so much to carry life.
Maybe you’d already bought his first pair of pajamas, his first stuffed animal, his security blanket, and you loved imagining that he’d take after you more than his dad. Maybe you’d even picked out his name.
Life can be beautiful, but at the same time so cruel. You longed for that little belly you were going to rub until your hands were sore.
A part of you has just been seared with a red-hot iron. You’re in pain, and you don’t know if this pain will ever stop. Your world is crumbling beneath your feet.
Even if someone tells you that this happens in 25% of cases and that your neighbor has already been through one and is now the mother of two children, well, you couldn’t care less. It doesn’t bring you back to a state of peace, and your pain isn’t any less intense.
You have the right to cry, you have the right to want to scream, you have the right to want to talk about it, and you also have the right to want to stay silent. In short, you have the right.
I’ve been through it. It hurt. I cried. I screamed. I didn’t want it to happen. I couldn’t believe it. All I wanted was to wake up and realize it was just a nightmare.
It’s a huge storm—raging in your heart and in your mind.
You’ll get through this.
Not without a scar. Not a visible scar, but one on your heart—yes.
You may even always have a special place in your heart for that little angel whose time in your life was far too short. But time will do its work and soothe your pain.
Surround yourself with loved ones and let yourself grieve.
I’m sending you lots of virtual love!