I've spent many months thinking about this blog post. I've thought about what I would say, how I would share my story. What parts of it I would tell and what I would keep private, a secret between me and my second unborn - never born - baby. I've written it and re-written it over and over. The drafts from the first few weeks post-miscarriage break my heart into pieces all over again when I read my thoughts and feelings and remember the raw heartbreak I was experiencing. I wrote briefly about my miscarriages a few months back, and now feel I'm in a better place to think logically and tell more of my story. Although it still hurts, it's far more numb, and I'm able to think cohesively. So, I guess this is my miscarriage story...
