Grasping HOPE with Both Hands

After much encouragement from a dear friend (thanks Nan) I find myself in blogger land. Until just a few months ago I had no idea of what a blog was and knew most certainly that I would never author one myself. Then, my world changed course in a matter of minutes and now I am writing in search of healing.

Not so long ago my husband and I embarked on the life long dream of starting a family. We were successful in our dream and I became pregnant. The next months were full of JOY, and we were over the moon, brimming with excitement. I could only envision what this tiny miracle would turn out to be over the next 40 weeks. That was until I went for a routine ultrasound and discovered our baby lay sleeping with no heart tones. I was crushed, in disbelief, devastated and questioning "why me". The days that followed were full of tears and flash backs of the little heart beat that I had seen so strong. Yes, it was love at first sight!

Now, 6 months later, I find myself trying to find my way, grasping HOPE with both hands and focusing on faith. This leg of the journey is one that requires great strength and resilience. And although I don't always walk gracefully, I continue on this path full of potholes in "pursuit of our fairytale". The journey is long and hard, but I will stay on course and never lose HOPE of small miracles. I read a sign just this week that said "If you Believe in Miracles, they Will Happen". Let's just say that I do believe in miracles and I am trying to patiently wait for the next one to come my way :)