For something new to begin, something must end. – Kris King
Earlier this month, the two-month anniversary of my first miscarriage passed by almost without my realizing it. Two years ago, that loss became a defining moment in my life. It was the start of one of the most difficult periods in my life, one that actually became worse after I lost my second pregnancy and sank into a depression that I could not have emerged from without professional help (thank God for good therapists).
And yet, as someone who has suffered her own losses once pointed out to me, without my two lost pregnancies, I would not have my son. And I cannot imagine life without him anymore. The last six months have been so full – full of life, laughter, anguish, sleeplessness, and most of all, joy. All of the heartache and tears were worth what I have now.
My maternity leave is coming to an end, and something new is beginning, though I’m not quite sure what it is yet. I’m beginning to feel anxious about the transition, even though deep down I know that we’ll all be fine. And this blog will be fine. It has been my “other” baby during the last four months, and has also been a source of great joy to me for many reasons. I intend to keep posting, although I won’t be able to post as regularly as I currently do. I hope you’ll stick with me for this new adventure.