I had announced a few weeks ago that I was pregnant. Well, I told my parents and they took the news better than I thought they would. But just early yesterday morning at around 3am, I woke up with terrible stomach pains and rushed to the bathroom. The pain kept up for an hour and a half until I felt something drop out of my body. It was then I realized that I had a miscarriage. I just don't know what to do now. I feel like I did something wrong, that I did something that caused my baby to die.
I also feel very sad that I will never get to see my baby. What my baby looks like...hear what it sounds like...to hold it in my arms...
I loved that little baby so much, and I didn't even know it yet. I don't know what to do now. The only thing that's keeping me from depression is the fact that my baby is now safe in Jesus' arms; the best place for it right now.
My friends and I had nicknamed the baby "Skittles", so I shall take the rest of this post to say: Rest in Peace, little Skittles. We loved you so much, even though we had never met you.
November '08 - December '08