I had an early miscarriage in the beginning of April of last year. In October, around the time the baby was due, I got a call from the hospital asking me to come in for my pre-op visit. I said, "I'm sorry but you have the wrong number". The lady on the other end said she didn't and asked if I was going to have a vaginal or cesarean delivery. I told her I had a miscarriage around 5 weeks into the pregnancy. She apologized but the damage had already been done.

When I hung up the phone, I felt the same grief I experienced the day I started miscarrying. The pain was fresh and deep. I realized that we never totally get over a thing like this. We compartmentalize and put the grief in a healthy place but it never leaves us because we love our buds. It's amazing to me how I could love someone I never saw and only knew existed for days. My grief to me is what validates the life of the child I lost even if that child was microscopic.

Sending you positive thoughts as you go through this tough time.