Each month we try...
Each month we hope...
Each month we pray...
Each month we wait...
Each month starts out with fresh hope for new life, and when it ends in disappointment each month we grieve the chance for that life. Another month gone, another chance for a child gone.
With the start of each cycle the emotions of the miscarriages come back. All hope for that month lost... It's as if the hope that each new month brings is like a bandaid placed over the wound of losing our two children. Then with each appearance of a new cycle the bandaid is ripped off, exposing the wound once again, fresh and bloody.
Each month regardless of disappointment after disappointment we pick ourselves up and try again.
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