I started keeping
this blog during the 17th week of my pregnancy with Mira when things
got too overwhelming to update family and friends after visits. Since then, I have fallen in love with writing
out my thoughts and feelings as a healthy way to cope and way to spread awareness
about carrying to term, infant loss, and grief.
I also find it helpful to share my posts with friends and family that
have remained supportive, so I can share how I am doing with a little more comfort
than face to face sometimes brings.
Mira’s 2nd
birthday is quickly approaching, and I found myself thinking a lot about the beginning
of my pregnancy, the part before I started writing and I was disappointed I did
not have a record of that time like I do the rest. I also know the pain, confusion, and trauma that
occurs through a pregnancy with a fatal diagnosis is very isolating. For these two reasons I decided to write out
a summary of what Mira’s life was before I started this blog, from finding out
I was pregnant through 17 weeks when I started this blog. I had actually intended
it to be a short synopsis, but as I started writing I found that impossible so,
if only for me to have it documented (but hopeful for others to read too), here
is the beginning of Mira’s story:
