I Am the 1 in 4
Four weeks ago, a hurt entered my life that will forever leave its scar on my heart. I had a miscarriage. There, I "said" it. It actually feels awkward and almost invasive to give you a peephole into my struggle, my vulnerability. But I want you to know that the "1 in 4" has a face. It's mine. It's my unborn baby's. I need you to understand that the "1 in 4" is so much more than just a statistic. It's the hopes and dreams I had to let go with my child. It's the wonder and excitement turned to fear and anger as the crushing blow was dealt by the doctor. It's the pain and hurt that course through my veins when I learn my baby is lost. Lost. Lost, like my baby can somehow be found again. Lost, like I accidentally misplaced my unborn child seven months before her birth. Lost, like I somehow forgot about her existence. Only, I could never forget. I wish I could tell you about some jaw-dropping epiphany I've had that taught me