The day after my miscarriage.
After getting over 12 hours of sleep, I woke up a little
after 12 in the afternoon. {I didn’t
sleep the whole night, but I tossed and turned.
I had an alarm set for midnight reminding me that I would have been 12
weeks pregnant according to my LMC, as if I could forget, but I had forgotten
about it after all that I had been through.
I had set this alarm after I first found out I was pregnant. It was not the best alarm to receive after
the miscarriage, and it set my emotions into a tailspin again.}
As soon as I got up, I started cleaning and cooking. I did my best to keep my mind off of the
miscarriage and everything that had happened, but first I had to call my mom
and talk to her. It was not as emotional
as I thought it was going to be {I believe that I had cried all I could for the
time being}. So, I cleaned up the
kitchen, and I began cooking our {my fiancé and my} Thanksgiving’s dinner. I spent pretty much the whole day in the
kitchen cooking, cleaning, cooking some more, and cleaning some more.
After all that I had been through, though, I was still
thankful. I am still thankful for the
blessings bestowed upon me by God.
