IN MEMORY OF
OUR BABY ANGEL
miscarried November 3, 1997.
by Mommy and Daddy (Michele and Chris N.):
I miscarried a much hoped-for baby the very same day I found
out I was pregnant; I was 8 weeks along. The emotions of that day ran
from unbelievable joy to unbelievable devastation. In just 10 hours, my
world fell apart. I already had one daughter and desperately wanted
another child. To this day, I still think about her (I knew in my heart
she was a girl), and have a mental image of what she would look like and
be like now. I found that writing in a journal helped more than anything.
I could get out thoughts that I couldn't express verbally, not even to
my wonderful, supportive husband, who was confused, upset and sad. I was
MAD! Mad at the doctors who couldn't save her, mad at myself (what if I
did something wrong?), and mostly, mad at God. How could He do this to
me? How could He take away a child who would so obviously be loved and
nurtured? I have since made my peace with God and know that my precious
baby is in His care and that someday I will reunite with my baby.