Last Monday I heard the heartbeat of a baby I never thought would be. Over the years a variety of doctors have told me it would be very hard for me to get pregnant, if at all. For years I was too sick to have any semblance of a life, and I thought it would be a miracle if I made it to 30. There were some dark days. Last Monday during lunch I was working on an email to close friends to share my news. I was excited to share it with people I love, particularly people who have been through those dark days with me. Heather was one of the people I knew would understand the profundity. I am not a religious person, but the fact that I am still here and a little soul is growing inside me is nothing short of a miracle. In large part, I have survived because of the love of friends who have become family. The hopeful little thumping of this being on the day I learned Heather was gone, was one of the most painful ironies I have ever experienced. Heather taught me I must fight for my joy. This child is a testament to Heathers presence in my life and I know more than a whisper of her will live on through me. With great joy and surprise, I am expecting a little nugget in February 2015.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 00:40:30 +0000
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