Last Sunday I lost my 18th baby to miscarriage (15th miscarriage, 8 weeks along).
By now part of me is used to the pain and moves on quickly. But part of me dies and never comes back to life again. I have been asked if I will ever stop counting. No. I never can. Each baby is unique and I can feel it even in only a few weeks of carrying that special angel.
I was granted my two prayers: 1) to be able to see my baby on ultrasound with a nice, healthy heartbeat and have a picture to keep, and 2) to be able to see my tiny baby even if I lost it. My prayers were answered and I am so thankful. I keep telling myself:
Be Inspired and Never Give Up,