It is hard to believe that this time last year I was carrying the most wonderful secret of being pregnant.
I was so happy yet terrified at the same time.
I can't believe it's been almost a year since I lost that baby.
It is so true that time does heal. There were times last year that I really didn't think I was ever going to be okay with it.
But I am. In the last few months I have yet again found a peace and an acceptance with it.
I still long to hold the babies I have lost but I am okay with not having another baby.
With the new year this year I made a recommitment to my family...my family as it is now. I had to finally give up the idea of the family I had dreamed of and in doing so I realized how content I was with the family I have. Three is a magic number. I truly am beyond blessed. I know this in my heart and know that God's plan for me and my family is better than any plan I could ever dream of.
Knowing this does not take away the fact that I am sure there will be bad days. Days where I ache for the babies I lost and though I know they are dancing in heaven it does not make me wish any less that I had had a moment to hold each of them here on earth.
We have decided not to do any addtional fertility treatments. We aren't necessarily trying to get pregnant but we aren't doing anything to prevent it.
I have moved on from the "What if?" and am living in the "What is."