[Original post 2.6.2019]

2.2.19 was ultimately the hardest day of my life thus far.

I was 10.5 weeks pregnant. So excited to be a mother. Overjoyed for the journey that I was embarking on...but when I woke up that morning I knew something was wrong. I prayed that when I got to the ER they would tell me that I would be okay & my baby was fine. Only one of those things were true. My body was miscarrying.

I'm still in disbelief that I'm no longer pregnant but every once in a while I'm reminded by mild stomach cramps. It's been TOUGH! I haven't cried as much as I thought but I'm always the strong one so maybe I'm just not dealing with it like I need to.

Thank God for my tribe. Without them, I honestly don't know how I would be holding up right now. Grieving is not easy & I'm finding that there are many stages to it. Ultimately, you cannot let it consume you. Joy will always come around again. You can't just wait for it though. Sometimes you have to create it. Just know, the sadness & hurt won't last forever.

Until next time; Be You. Do You. LOVE YOU 💜