Dear Stranger

I know the chances of you reading this are pretty much zero. You don't me and I don't know you.

Recently, I stumbled onto an adoption story and I thought of you. A couple was chosen about a month before the baby was due. The person mention that another couple had been considered, but she was having doubts, so she changed her mind.

Now let me take a moment here. That is the birth mom's choice, as it should be. The adoption process is about the baby and the birth mom, as it should be. It is her choice. I'm not questioning that. This post isn't about the birth mom and her own grief. Or the adoptive couple. Take them out of the scenario. I'm just looking at a stranger that is going thru their own type of grief.

 I just want to acknowledge your loss. You were hoping to bring home a baby and at the last minute it feel through. Maybe you had a name picked out. Maybe you had a nursery set up. Now, all you have is a broken heart.

If you had miscarried the baby, you would have something a little more tangible. But all you had was hope & love and now it is gone.

I remember trying to go on with life, like nothing had happened. But inside, I was devastated. I think one of the things that has bothered me most is how NO ONE ever acknowledges our dream and its heartbreak ending. (I got flowers when my sister announced her pregnancy. But when we lost our hope & dreams of a baby, nothing.)

So it is my hope, by some fate, you will stumble onto this blog post. Please know, I feel your loss. I have shed tears for you. I have prayed that God will give you comfort. Please know that I love you.