Loss sucks. Loss is hard. And loss is life changing.
Before you freak, The Bump, The Hubby and I are just fine.
My brother-in-law and his other half A, lost their bundle-to-be last week. She was due just 2 weeks after me. Although I have never personally experienced that kind of loss, I know that it is devastating. My heart goes out to them, but I also believe that everything happens for a reason. And I know that this new addition was unexpected and a blessing all the same.
My experience was with infertility, or being told that I would face infertility. I grieved for a life that I thought I’d never have. So now that I am growing life, and A is not, I feel guilty about all of the things that I am going to experience and she is not. I hesitate to share belly pictures, and weekly updates for fear of hurting her. But I know that I cannot think that way. I know that the next few months will be hard for her, but she is so young and has lots of time to become a mother. I know that one day she will be healed, and she will be happy. But until then I can only be a shoulder and be supportive.