In the late hours of the night I had a miscarriage. The emotions behind it were so real. I was surprised because I didn’t even know that I was pregnant, and I was scared. I remember feeling cramps. They weren’t extremely bad cramps, but they definitely inflicted pain. I wiped, and there was blood, and after uncovering what seemed to be a blood clot was a baby that looked to be about 9-10 weeks old… And then I woke up from my dream.
As I lie in bed, holding back tears, there’s a pit in my stomach. But I know, this dream has meaning for me. 2018 had it’s challenges, and although it ended unexpectedly and the unexpected caused so much pain, it was overall a great year. My miscarriage is what once was. What I had hoped and prayed so much for had passed with the old year. And though it be painful, there’s now room for something new. New hope, new prayers, new blessings, new love, in 2019.