Somedays it’s easier to be grateful than others. Somedays the pain of the loss is too much and I am just angry at the world. Other days I am grateful for every little moment of the day because at least I am here.
I am so very grateful that I beat some odds during this whole experience. When my water broke they expected me to go into labour within 24-48 hours, 50% of women do and another 25% within the next week. I beat those odds, and I was so grateful, to me it was a sign to keep fighting and not give in to the repeated suggestions to terminate my pregnancy. I had just found out he was a boy and he was moving around like crazy so to me it felt like I would be killing my own son. Something I defintiely could not do. He was fighting in there so I needed to fight for him too.
Because I managed to beat those odds and stay pregnant until 24 weeks it allowed us to meet our precious little boy. Even though it will never be long enough and some days I forget to be grateful for it, I am so grateful that we were able to have 8 weeks with him. Some people don’t get that time.
I am also grateful for the support that my family and friends have given me during this journey, I would not have survived without it.
My Little Acorn 