To Those Who Have Suffered A Miscarriage

To those of you who were changed forever by the grief and pain, never feeling like there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

To those of you who never felt whole again.

To those of you who cried and prayed for your body to be able to carry a pregnancy to term.

To those of you who couldn’t stomach family and friends constantly asking when you were going to have a baby already.

To those of you who internalized all of it because you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk about it.

To those of you who couldn’t handle watching everyone around you having babies.

To those of you who felt alone.

To those of you who desperately wanted to give your older children a sibling and felt like a failure.

To those of you who prayed, on your hands and knees, begging the universe for a baby.

To those of you who got pregnant, and instead of truly enjoying it, were plagued with anxiety at every doctor’s appointment.

To those of you who held your breath during each ultrasound until you saw the heartbeat.

To those of you who eventually had another baby and felt like you could smile again, feeling like your body finally got its shit together.

To those of you who went through the dark storm and got your rainbow when it was over, or are still waiting for that rainbow to magically appear.

To those of you living any version of these events, past or present, my heart is with you and you are not alone. You are strong and resilient and capable of more than you know.