These last few days, were the days I found not-easy to live in.
I was still mourning and grieving.
I lost a part of me. I lost my 8-week-growing baby inside me.
I was still mourning and grieving.
I lost a part of me. I lost my 8-week-growing baby inside me.
Some say,
"Life must go on, Dear.
Keep your head up.
So many things to do.
So many things await you."
"Life must go on, Dear.
Keep your head up.
So many things to do.
So many things await you."
I know. I know.
But my minds and my heart seemed cannot function well together.
But my minds and my heart seemed cannot function well together.
I just felt so weak.
I wanted to do nothing but weeping.
I felt so lost and brokenhearted.
I need a bandage to heal the cuts.
My heart ache, feels like cuts deep down inside.
I'm not ready for this.
I wanted to do nothing but weeping.
I felt so lost and brokenhearted.
I need a bandage to heal the cuts.
My heart ache, feels like cuts deep down inside.
I'm not ready for this.
I was ready to welcome our third baby.
My body knew it. It changed. It welcomed our baby.
And I did too. We all did.
I have loved our baby, the first time I read the testpack.
I have loved our baby even I hadn't feel it moved nor kick.
I sang to our baby,
talked to our baby when I laid, walked, sat and sew.
talked to our baby when I laid, walked, sat and sew.
I was more than ready to set our baby's room
and plan that him/her was going to join our homeschool days.
and plan that him/her was going to join our homeschool days.
But, I was never ready to hear that there's no more heartbeat.
I was not ready at all.
You just gone too soon, Little One.
Gone too soon.
Gone too soon.