Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Miscarriage

Sometimes it does help to just talk about it, because, as a mother, you never forget the baby you didn't get to bring home.


Thursday, October 8, 2009

Hope Springs Eternal


Have you ever watched a sunrise? It always catches me by surprise when that first peak of new light pops over the horizon.

After several months of dark days, emotional upheaval, and physical challenges it seems the light is finally dawning. I still have two more weeks of recovery left, but I think my heart is beginning to heal. Its hard to trade something happy and exciting (like a pregnancy) for something painful and scary (like a surgery). But I survived, and, though it's taken some time, I'm starting to feel like myself again.

I can't be depressed anymore- there are too many things to be thankful for:

1. A God who shows me infinite grace and mercy when I don't deserve it (its like he loves me or something).

2.A husband who loves me enough to help me out of bed in the middle of the night so I can go to the bathroom (I can get out of bed by myself now. Hallelujah!).

3. An adorable daughter who amazes me with her ever expanding vocabulary ("Read! Read! Car! Car! Car! Cow? Cow? Cow? Kitty! Kitty? Kitty!").

4.Friends and family who have brought us meals and sent us cards and offered a helping hand and a listening ear.

5.An excellent pathology report (no cancer here).

6. One ovary that still works.

My only regret is that my scar is located in an area where I can't show random people my battle wounds (except for my husband, my doctor, some nurses, and my mother, no one else has seen it). I guess I shall have to console myself with telling everyone I meet, "Did you know I have only one ovary?"

Don't you think that's a great conversation starter? No? Why not?