by Simela Petridou
When I miscarried at week 12 in my first pregnancy, my husband and I felt like our hearts were torn into million pieces. For me this pain was only topped by the pain of my fathers’ death 9 years ago. Maybe this even helped me to deal with it better, because I know life goes on again even if it feels like things can never be good or the same again.
Strange enough it made my hubby and me become even closer then we were before. We tried to believe that this was the best to happen because nature knows what is right and what needs to get “sorted out”. I tried to think there was probably something wrong with it. I asked myself if I could have lived my life with a child what wouldn’t have been”perfect”? I thought OK, that was Gods decision and he knows what’s best. I read somewhere that the soul will come back to you and will be even stronger. I hoped so. Well, I hoped, no that’s not right, I KNEW I would have a perfect healthy baby one day, a baby meant to be with us and that I would love it like crazy.
