Dear Little One,
Today, I shared the beautiful news of your existence with the world. In a heartwarming photo featuring your dad, me, and your big brother, we revealed our sweet secret—one that’s about the size of a blueberry. Yes, we’re expecting our second baby!
Some friends expressed their concern, saying, “Isn’t it too soon?” They worried because, at just seven weeks, the path ahead is a bit wobbly. Statistically speaking, it’s a time filled with uncertainty. I could be jubilant today, celebrating your presence, and facing sorrow tomorrow. The reality of miscarriage is daunting, and the fear is palpable.
For weeks, I let this anxiety seep into my heart, allowing it to silence the joy that should accompany this much-anticipated pregnancy. I let that fear dim the excitement I felt for you, turning my nights into a vigil against the lurking monster of loss. Nausea washed over me, yet I hesitated to embrace it as a hopeful sign. Food aversions came and went, but I dismissed them as mere figments of my imagination.
I was terrified to fully acknowledge your presence, fearing that doing so would invite loss.
I had witnessed too many losses—friends and family who experienced the highs of pregnancy followed by the depths of grief. It felt safer to stifle hope than to risk the pain of potential loss.
Consequently, this fear began to engulf me. I stopped talking about names. Nursery ideas faded from my thoughts. I ceased to wonder how my first child would embrace his new role as a “big brother.”
Allowing fear to take hold was leading me to forget you.
Then came a Friday that changed everything—you showed me your heartbeat. Just a few rhythmic thumps, and I fell in love all over again.
Yes, it’s early. Yes, it’s intimidating. But I refuse to let fear overshadow the joy of your existence any longer. You are here, and I want to cherish every moment we have together.
Don’t mind our friends who worry it’s too soon—they care about us, and they care about you, too. Their concern comes from a place of love.
I’m done living in that paralyzing holding pattern. All the apprehension was stealing you away from my dreams, my joy, my aspirations, and my plans. What a tragedy that was.
So today, I choose to celebrate you—tomorrow and every day after. I want to honor the miracle of your life for as long as your heart beats. Your presence is a precious gift, one that has been deeply wished for.
And I’m determined to celebrate this gift for as long as I can.
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In summary, the fear of miscarriage can overshadow the joy of pregnancy, but embracing the miracle of life is essential. Let go of fear and celebrate every moment.
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