Once a miscarriage, the pain remains forever.. the void inside you.. the chair on the table where you fantasize that they would be sitting on..
Even after you are blessed with other beautiful children who you love to the bones..
Even if you never talk about it or show it..
Even if no one understands or notices it.
Even if you denied it or hid it even from own yourself..
It is there.. the void is there..
The pain is there even after you accept and embrace it..
The fantasies are there..
A child is never substituted, not even by another child..
It is normal.. it is not shameful nor unthankfulness.. it is motherhood.. it is the love for our children, even the unborn ones..
But God will make a way for peace and joy to find places in yorheart again.
It is painful, but believe me, it is not the end of the world, unless you choose to make it.
Lots of love & prayers ❤