In 3/24/09 I was 6 month pregnant. My husband lost his job.. Our car was repo, and some of our stuff also. I was thinking" God why do you hate us, we're good ppl." After the miscarriage, I would see a baby and start crying.. At the time of the miscarriage our little girl was 2. That's what kept me going. I lost my faith, and I started to question my religion..I got really depressed, and I gain some weight.. One night,I was cleaning out the baby room, and I'm not joking. From the top of the closet a book fell. It landed on the poem" Footprints" that night I slept the whole night.. That poem used to clam me down when my mom had cancer.. That's how I know that you will be ok.. I still cry on his birthday, just like every mom will with the loss of their baby.. So I pray that God will take away you pain, but not you memories..
on Mar. 26, 2013 at 2:17 AM