This is the first year I understand how extremely painful this special day can be.
I would’ve been 19 weeks by now. Just a week away from finding out if I’d be buying pink or using hand-me-downs from two big brothers. Most likely, I would be feeling the flutters of movement–just our little secret until the kicks got big enough to feel from the outside.
And it hurts.
I don’t want to dwell on the things that never will be for this child, because really, I could be in mourning every day for the rest of my life if I did. But, certain things just can’t be ignored or stuffed down deep. Certain things have to be mourned. So today, I give myself permission to feel because that’s where the healing begins.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3
