I’ve lost two children due to miscarriage, comments like “you can always have another child” anger me more than anything. We tried for years just for those two. One was lost because my OBGYN did a papsmear against my wishes (actually pushed me back on the table) and I got an infection, and the second one I didn’t know I was pregnant and had surgery.
The hardest part is mother’s day and when people ask how many children I have. I always say two, but they are both deceased.
Great, now I’m crying again.
My husband used to give me cards ‘from my dogs’ on Mother’s Day.
After two failed early-term pregnancies, 12 years apart, [never used birth control] the dogs are all I’ve got because I’m just too old now.
I had him stop with the dog cards when perimenopause hit because it caused more pain than comfort, knowing the chances were all gone, now.
I always wonder if they’ll know me or I’ll know them when I see them on the other side.
I don’t even know if they were boys or girls...it was too early to tell.
Jesus wept as well.