Today I had a pity party. It’s been a long week, I was so upset at my husband, fed up with my kids and overwhelmed with my work. But instead of yelling at my husband like I usually do, I finished making dinner for my family and told my husband I needed some ‘me’ time and left with a glass of wine in my hand.
I remember lying in bed with my husband crying our eyes out a few weeks after our first miscarriage. It was the worst feeling ever – emptiness, hopelessness and guilt. We had been trying for over a year and to hear on our 10th week sonogram, our child’s heartbeat is no longer beating, was such a heart breaker. Nevertheless, we persisted. 4 years later, a total of 6 pregnancies – 3 miscarriages and 3 babies born, we are now a happy family of five.