I also began to take a great interest in gardening. It was very symbolic but I wanted to grow something. As the first tiny shoots sprung out of the soil I marveled at how delicate a balance life truly is. Some seeds never took root and some plants never grew past being a seedling, withered, and were absorbed back into the ground. The cycle of life and death was being played out before my eyes. As I knelt upon the soil of my garden, my witness to these things produced a healing and an acceptance. I thought about my doctor's question for me before I lost the baby, "Do you believe that good things can happen to you?" And despite the loss I could honestly answer that question as "yes." A good thing did happen. I fell in love with a child. That child would never come into the world but this fact would never take away the love I would always feel. It was a love that I would eventually give to my other children.
I grew many things that spring I never thought possible within the confines of my postage stamp garden. I grew corn (several stalks), sunflowers, and even small watermelons. And on moonlit nights I would sit and watch my garden grow.
Resources:
Share: Pregnancy and Infant Loss Support, Inc
Yahoo support groups for parents dealing with miscarriage
