The chink of light that breaks through the curtains…
The torch that is turned on in the dark…
The pregnancy following the loss.
I am pregnant.
I am pregnant with a baby that has made it to the womb. I am pregnant with a baby, who, at 13 weeks looks to be doing well on the scan.
The light is shining again and my heart has hope.
This does not mean I no longer mourn my lost baby. The sibling we never met will always be with me.
But for the first time since the pain of loss there is hope.
I was lost.
I have found a map and I am on my way home.