I’ve been looking forward to this month for a little while now. I couldn’t wait to share some really good news, news that we were crafting just the right way to tell you.
Would it be five pairs of shoes lined up on our favourite beach? Or would it be a little video of our girls? We finally nailed it- it would have been five cups of deliciousness from our favourite coffee shop?
But then, there was a visit to emergency and way too many hours waiting, and super kind hospital staff who had to deliver the worst sort of news.
I miscarried. Again. Right at that magical 12 week mark.
I am gutted. We are all broken-hearted. There have been many tears.
I have no words.
I feel a deep need to circle our wagons, and snuggle in close with my loves. There is a stack of books on my night table, all the good comfort ones- bibliotherapy at its best. There will be endless cups of tea drunk and afternoon movies and trips to the beach where the ocean waves will soothe as it always does.
I don’t know when I’ll be back in this space, when I’ll have more words to share with you. I will be on instagram, fiercely fighting to see the beauty in all of life and I’ll still be pinning the pretty things.
Thanks for sharing all of this with me – let’s all fight to see the good, even if it is just one tiny light at a time.
For miscarriage and motherhood from my husband’s perspective, head here.
And for all the words I had last time, head here.