As this month is pregnancy loss awareness month I have been thinking a lot about our losses and how others sometimes seem to have forgotten that we have been through so much in order to have our daughter.
I will never forget that my first positive pregnancy test ended in a loss only a few weeks later.
I will never forget the moment when the ultrasound tech turned the screen away from us and told us she needed to get the doctor, after we had already seen our little one’s heartbeat twice.
I will never forget the moment that I started having cramps then bleeding while I was volunteering for a local charity.
I will never forget the moment when the ultrasound tech told us everything looked great and we were 6 weeks along, after being told we were 6 weeks along 3 weeks prior.
I will never forget when I sat at Thanksgiving dinner knowing that our pregnancy was probably over but we had to wait until after the long weekend to have a second ultrasound to confirm our baby was not going to make it.
I will never forget when I woke up in the middle the night with cramps and a few days later I was bleeding and knew it was the end of our 5th pregnancy.
I remember all of those days like it was just yesterday.
But as much as I remember all those bad days I also remember all the good ones that followed with my 6th pregnancy.
I remember the day we saw her heart beat for the first time, the day we were told that all her genetic testing was normal, the day that I felt her kicks for the first time, the day that I could see her move for the first time, and the day that we first got to hold her and all of the days in between.
We will never forget all that we have been through in order to have our daughter, we will never forget all of our other babies.
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