Little did I know when writing that first post how true the words “What you have planned for your life might not be what’s actually in store for you” were. And, oh boy, how the title of my blog and meaning behind it are more fitting than I could ever imagine. This blog, which was intended to be a way to write about my miracle baby and all we went through to start a family, has now changed into a way to talk about the miracle of grief (sounds a bit ridiculous, I know, but bear with me) and how I have been irrevocably changed for the better by experiencing the worst thing life could throw at me.

I don’t know why, but I feel like it’s important to share my experience even if it doesn’t reach anyone. I’ll start posting little by little once Matt gives me the go-ahead. Unfortunately I’m not the only one affected (it’s not something I would wish on anyone), and I won’t share anything until he’s comfortable with it.

This whole experience from start to finish has been one miracle after another and we’ve been taught some very valuable and VERY hard lessons. I never thought that one nightmarish instance could so completely change me as a person, let alone for the better, but I will be grateful every day of my life for the lessons learned, both the hard and the incredibly beautiful.