This one was especially difficult to do ...
30 Days of Thanks
Day Twenty: A Keepsake
My post precious possession is a tiny, gold baby ring.
In late summer of 2005, I had a miscarriage. I didn’t even know I was pregnant. Jesse and I had separated (this was before marriage). I had moved in with my mother. Things were basically a mess.
One morning, shortly after my mom had gone to work, I woke up experiencing the most excruciating cramping. I remember thinking at the time, that it felt a lot like labor.
(Later, I found out why.)
It hit me hard.
No one could get a hold of Jesse. Turned out, he had hit the road as soon as he got the first voicemail.
Before I was discharged from the hospital, a grief counselor visited me. Among all the information she gave me, was a card. In the card was the tiniest gold ring. I’m not sure if Jesse knows it, but I still have that ring. Every once in a while I visit it, and remember the child that I never got to know.
|All babies are precious,|
especially the ones we don't get to meet.