It’s been eight years since my first miscarriage. A friend recently interviewed me for an article she wrote and I was surprised at the raw emotion that surfaced as we talked. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I poured out my memories and thoughts over the phone. I thought I had healed completely from the devastating blow, but there remains a part of me that still mourns the loss of the hopes and dreams for that exciting first pregnancy.
The truth is that miscarriage is hard. My miscarriage sent ripples of fear across the picture of motherhood I had dreams of as a little girl. It happens too heartbreakingly often and leaves us with physical and spiritual questions.
In time my body healed and I now have three beautiful babies. I sought solace in the temple and gained a deeper understanding of the plan that God has for my little family. Though all my questions do not have answers, I have faith in a God of mercy and love.
My heart goes out to all women who have suffered a miscarriage or lost a child. You are not alone.
You can read my story as well as a LDS perspective on miscarriage at Utah Valley 360.