I now I have talked a lot about my miscarriage over the last few post. But it finally seems like I am finally getting back on track with my life so to speak. I still have my sad days where I do cry a little, but overall I am feeling better mentally over this. The physical part is still being a turd and not ending yet.
After we found out we lost the baby I couldn’t even talk about wanting children again, or look at a baby in public. Well that is starting to slowly change now! I am starting to talk about having kids again with my husband. And I was pretty proud of my self that I didn’t cry when I was holding my new niece Gwen. No word of a lie its been a very long month for me. It seemed like the world stopped moving and that all the joy and color in my life disappeared in that one moment. Having the support system helped a lot. I could vent to my mom and a select few friends as well. They always listened and offered helpful words of encouragement. I kept thinking to myself in that time that wouldn’t get any easier or that we would have kids etc.
Know I am looking at life differently then I did a month ago. I am seeing that we will have children once we are able to start trying again. And that the world didn’t stop really, it kept moving slowly for me. I am happy to see my nieces and nephews when I do see them. I am no longer jealous of my friends who did recently announce they are expecting. The joy is coming back into my life as well. I am laughing more again and being able to give my husband a hard time again. For a while during that month I couldn’t look at him since I felt like I let him down. I am also enjoying the simple things like cuddling with my cat, chatting with my close friends, visiting my parents, working my crocheting projects.
From being absolutely miserable and in a dark place, I am clawing my way to the top and seeing that life doesn’t suck. It just hand me a lemon and I am now making lemonade with it. Even as I type this I am smiling again, were as before I had tears streaming down my face. Its nice being to smile, laugh, get grumpy, and even cry like I used to before that one moment. I now it can still hit me like a ton of bricks knowing that my little one will never see this world but I also now my little is with me all the time. He or She is watching over me and when I need the reminder all I have to do it look in the mirror and see the tattoo I got for peanut.
I am recovering from a miscarriage that stopped my life but now I am enjoying life again and seeing the beauty in said life as well.