The moment I found out I was pregnant I was filled with excitement. I was so ready to tell the world.
As we’re leaving the doctor’s office my boyfriend Wesley calls a friend to let him know the wonderful news. He then proceeds to let me know not to tell everyone just yet until I’m further long. It wasn’t until then that I started thinking about the possibility of having a miscarriage.
I reached my 20 week mark and to me that was a sign of relief. “I’m good now,” I thought to myself. But nope. Every time I ran into someone instead of saying the usual congratulations, they insisted on telling me about a friend or someone they knew who had miscarried… later than 20 weeks. It was horrible. Everyone kept ripping away my happiness.
The crazy part?
Outside of hearing those sad stories, my pregnancy was perfect. I was healthy and I felt better than ever. Honestly though, I would have much rather felt nauseous each day over being stressed out and terrified that something may happen to my daughter.
My pregnancy was the strongest my faith has ever been.
I had to breathe and trust throughout the whole process. Finally being so close to my due date, I had my baby shower. It was magical. Baby girl was kicking up a storm from feeling all the love… but then. One of the attendees decided it best to tell me a story about a friend who had a stillborn. Something that had never crossed my mind until that moment. Miscarriages and stillbirths never came to my mind, until other people told me about it.
I’m not sure if people realized or why they even thought it to it was necessary to tell me those things, but the next time you see someone pregnant, congratulate them. Feel them with love, prayer, and good vibes. Don’t take away their social moment.